#fox and robbers

[rooksunday]

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“Beloved, what is it? You rarely call so late.”

Bail didn’t answer straight away. He met the eyes of his reflection in the transparisteel of his penthouse apartment, finding the confusion on his face more compelling than the view of Coruscant’s skyline. The last time he’d looked like that—felt like this—was during those first meetings with Breha, when he’d been young and besotted and—

No. Things were different now. His confusion remained but his relationship—his antagonistship with The Fox was entirely different.

“Beloved?”

He’d called Breha off-holo in the hope the conversation would be easier, and yet… Bail sighed and started to watch the speeder traffic passing instead. He could lie to himself but he’d never been able to lie to Breha. He’d never wanted to.

“I’ve met someone,” he told the night.

“You meet many people. Did you meet them through your day job?”

That Breha even knew to ask…

Bail shook his head. Below, he watched a lithe red-clad figure bound from one speeder to another, backflipping between the two, before tackling the driver of a third; Bail knew the backflip wasn’t for aerodynamic reasons, nor conservation of energy, but for the sheer joy of movement, and that he knew such a thing at all meant he was already in too deep.

“No, darling,” he said in response to Breha’s question. “I met him at an evening function.”

“I see.”

“He’s very well-dressed.” Their established code for a fellow vigilante. “Quick-witted,” Bail added, which was code for nothing at all but the truth.

“A charmer?” On our side of the law or theirs, Breha meant.

Bail laughed lightly, watching The Fox ‘charm’ the driver of the speeder with a boot to the face. “He certainly has his moments.”

Had he sounded like this as a young man, when he’d told his friends about the intelligent, compelling, confident woman he’d met?

Bail suspected he had.

A long, comfortable silence followed. Bail and Breha had been together so long that all their silences were comfortable. Bail hoped he’d never take that for granted.

The Fox trussed his target and leapt off the hovering speeder, leaving it almost too long before shooting his grapple and swinging across the levels. Bail swallowed thickly. He hadn’t panicked—whatever else The Fox was, he was startlingly competent—but he wanted to be out there, too, sharing the night.

Then, Breha continued, with a lightness in her voice that Bail easily imagined on her face. “Well then, if that’s the case, perhaps you could introduce us the next time I’m on Coruscant. A young man like that could always use an extra friend, surely. Perhaps some guidance as he navigates that planet of yours.”

Bail smiled and found the courage to meet his own eyes again. For as wide as the galaxy was, no one within it was like Breha.

“Don’t forget your formal wear, my dear,” he said.

The Fox would more than meet his match in Breha.

Breha laughed. “It’ll be the first thing I pack.”

[lies-of-fox]

Profiles of the Lies of P ladies

Regular women:

Stalkers:

Enemies:

I tried my best to gather them all, and edit those ones who cannot be found in the gallery. If I missed someone, please don't hesitate to tell me. I'd like a nice collection of them :)

[rooksunday]

YES YES YES

*pulling wallpaper out from between my teeth*

she spends her sidekick years safely with breha (who rarely makes appearances in person) or using an energy bow to help bat!bail and The Fox from a distance (does the force help her aim? i couldn’t possibly say 😌) then disappears as leia focuses on making large scale chances through politics

but then something happens and her family are trapped or something and

the Wraith appears

part-force, part-brute force, costumed in white but somehow only ever visible in the corner of your eye

(bail: and you’ve had this identity picked out for how long, sweetheart?

breha and leia: *exchange a look* uhhh

fox: *flips on smoothie maker*)

Thinking more of vigilante AU and @rooksunday just imagine. Imagine. Leia following in her parents' footsteps. Imagine.

[thatthirdtriplet]

Relationships:

Tim Drake & Damian Wayne Tim Drake & Tam Fox Damian Wayne & Prudence Wood Damian Wayne & Talia al Ghul Talia al Ghul/Bruce Wayne Tim Drake/Tam Fox

Characters:

Damian Wayne Tim Drake tam Fox prudence Wood white Ghost (DCU) Ra's al Ghul Talia al Ghul Dick Grayson Barbra Gordon Alfred Pennyworth

Mentioned:

Bruce Wayne(mentioned)

Additional Tags:

Alternate Universe Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence Damian Wayne is Not Robin Tim Drake is Robin Bruce quest Rewritten red Robin Rewritten Damian Wayne-centric Tim Drake-centric no beta we die like robins Tim Drake & Damian Wayne Bonding Tim Drake and Damian Wayne are Siblings Tim Drake & Damian Wayne Get Along past Talia al Ghul/Bruce Wayne good Parent Talia al Ghul good Sibling Tim Drake good Sibling Damian Wayne Batfamily (DCU) Batfamily (DCU) Feels Damian Wayne Needs a Hug Tim Drake Needs a Hug Damian Wayne Gets a Hug Tim Drake Gets a Hug Damian Wayne Has a Heart protective Tim Drake BAMF Tim Drake protective Damian Wayne accidental Sibling Acquisition

Summary:

Imagine how different the DCU would be if Damian al Ghul did not join the Wayne family until after the events of the Final Crisis. What if 10-year old Damian was still being raised/trained in the Cradle by the League of Assassins when Tim Drake was in the midst of his quest to find Bruce Wayne lost in time? What if Tim was the first of the Batfamily to meet Damian after he lost his spleen and was dragged into the conflict with the Council of Spiders by Ra's al Ghul?

[zenniefox]

HEAT MOVIE artwork commission... I had to replace the client's partner with my own boy zennie to complete the picture pfpfpff

[devoutjunk]

be bold, be bold, etc.

[stilesdemonbaby]

Robber Foxes (Have No Fears) by RayShippouUchiha

Summary:

In the end all Stiles really has left is his dad, a lonely house, the key and deed to the loft, and a chest filled up with emptiness. A void, yawning right behind his sternum. That and the laughter of a fox trapped right beneath his skin, echoing in the hollows of his skull, whispering behind his teeth. Stiles should have known it wasn’t over. Magic stains everything it touches after all.

Tags: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Loneliness, Touch-Starved, Post-Nogitsune, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, BAMF Stiles, Hurt Stiles, Magical Stiles Stilinski, Good Peter, Post Season 3B AU, no pack, Possessive Behavior, Bad Friend Scott McCall, Bad Alpha Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski is Pushed Out of the Pack

Published: 2019-02-24

Updated: 2019-05-03

Words: 14,713

Chapters: 5/?

Rating: Mature

[celerysimpnartz]

Hi so I cut off a bit from the klive christmas week prompt list thing cause suddenly my brain shut down so here's a peace offering of WIPS of my old fanarts

Read tags for explanations on the WIPS

[copyfox]

            I PLANNED THIS OPERATION, SO NATURALLY, IT IS FOOLPROOF.

independent tetra from path to nowhere. adopted by mak / kai.

[cmrosens]

The Dangers of Blue Beards (in Books)

Bluebeard Retellings and Reimaginings As I’m sure you all know I’m not a folklorist or anything like that, but I LOVE folktales and stories, and I think in worldbuilding one of the best and most fun ways to get to grips with a culture is by imagining what stories people tell about themselves and their world. In The Crows I made up local legends and sayings, and put out a little eBook collection…

[rooksunday]

tags from @/hastalavistabyebye YES

i hadn’t consciously thought about it but ABSOLUTELY catwoman fox (with spicy red hood seasoning)(the murder. i mean the murder.) 🦊 and thorn stabbed their fingers so many times figuring out how to sew those beans on The Fox’s gloves, fox carries a sewing kit in his utility belt to make sure they’re still perfect at the end of the night

(thorn and breha do so much consulting on costumes when the teams unite)

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“Beloved, what is it? You rarely call so late.”

Bail didn’t answer straight away. He met the eyes of his reflection in the transparisteel of his penthouse apartment, finding the confusion on his face more compelling than the view of Coruscant’s skyline. The last time he’d looked like that—felt like this—was during those first meetings with Breha, when he’d been young and besotted and—

No. Things were different now. His confusion remained but his relationship—his antagonistship with The Fox was entirely different.

“Beloved?”

He’d called Breha off-holo in the hope the conversation would be easier, and yet… Bail sighed and started to watch the speeder traffic passing instead. He could lie to himself but he’d never been able to lie to Breha. He’d never wanted to.

“I’ve met someone,” he told the night.

“You meet many people. Did you meet them through your day job?”

That Breha even knew to ask…

Bail shook his head. Below, he watched a lithe red-clad figure bound from one speeder to another, backflipping between the two, before tackling the driver of a third; Bail knew the backflip wasn’t for aerodynamic reasons, nor conservation of energy, but for the sheer joy of movement, and that he knew such a thing at all meant he was already in too deep.

“No, darling,” he said in response to Breha’s question. “I met him at an evening function.”

“I see.”

“He’s very well-dressed.” Their established code for a fellow vigilante. “Quick-witted,” Bail added, which was code for nothing at all but the truth.

“A charmer?” On our side of the law or theirs, Breha meant.

Bail laughed lightly, watching The Fox ‘charm’ the driver of the speeder with a boot to the face. “He certainly has his moments.”

Had he sounded like this as a young man, when he’d told his friends about the intelligent, compelling, confident woman he’d met?

Bail suspected he had.

A long, comfortable silence followed. Bail and Breha had been together so long that all their silences were comfortable. Bail hoped he’d never take that for granted.

The Fox trussed his target and leapt off the hovering speeder, leaving it almost too long before shooting his grapple and swinging across the levels. Bail swallowed thickly. He hadn’t panicked—whatever else The Fox was, he was startlingly competent—but he wanted to be out there, too, sharing the night.

Then, Breha continued, with a lightness in her voice that Bail easily imagined on her face. “Well then, if that’s the case, perhaps you could introduce us the next time I’m on Coruscant. A young man like that could always use an extra friend, surely. Perhaps some guidance as he navigates that planet of yours.”

Bail smiled and found the courage to meet his own eyes again. For as wide as the galaxy was, no one within it was like Breha.

“Don’t forget your formal wear, my dear,” he said.

The Fox would more than meet his match in Breha.

Breha laughed. “It’ll be the first thing I pack.”

[dubov0]

Assassin fox is sitting in ambush in bush

Who is he watching?

[dribbble] https://dribbble.com/shots/21719005-Assassin-fox-sitting-in-ambush-in-bush [deviantart] https://www.deviantart.com/dubov0/art/Assassin-fox-is-sitting-in-ambush-in-the-bushe-964855257

[incorrectbatfam]

How would the batfam react to someone robbing the Manor?

Robber: *enters*

Dick: Oh good, you're here! Do these shorts make my butt look big?

———————

Robber: *taking things*

Jason: What are you doing?

Robber: Robbing you.

Jason: There's a safe in Bruce's office. Passcode is 0816. Feel free to take a crack at it. I'll be in the library if you need me.

———————

Robber: *picking the lock*

*door flies open and hits them*

Tim, on the phone: I'll be there in ten. In the meantime, tell Kon and Bart not to touch anything.

*door slowly swings shut*

Robber, stuck to the door: *slowly peels off*

———————

Robber: *pocketing antiques*

Damian: You must be Alfred's new assistant. I see you're already taking the initiative to get our family heirlooms restored. After that, I need you to do the laundry as I have run out of clean school uniforms.

Robber: Uh, no, kid. I'm robbing you.

Damian: Oh. In that case...

Damian: *stabs them*

———————

Robber: *walks in*

Duke, being kidnapped: Do you mind? We're kind of in the middle of something.

Robber: Sorry, I'll come back later.

———————

Robber: *enters*

Cullen: Hey, I know you're here to rob us, but I've been practicing some magic tricks to impress my boyfriend's family. Can you do me a favor and pick a card?

Robber:

Robber: *picks a card*

———————

Steph: *making a snack while wearing headphones*

Robber: *sneaks up behind her*

Steph: *throws a banana peel over her shoulder*

Robber: *slips on the banana peel*

Robber: *slides across the kitchen*

Robber: *gets tangled in the curtains*

Robber: *falls into a suitcase*

*suitcase shuts*

*suitcase rolls outside into the pool*

Steph: *takes off her headphones and turns around*

Steph: Did someone say something?

———————

Robber: *climbs in through the window*

Cass: Hi.

Robber: Hi.

Cass: You're a robber.

Robber: Yes.

Cass:

Cass: *pushes them out the window*

———————

Robber: *comes in*

Barbara: *looks up from her computer*

Robber: *slowly backs out*

Barbara: That's what I thought.

———————

Robber: Give me the TV!

Harper: Sure, just hold this for me please.

Harper: *hands him a grenade*

Harper: *pulls the pin*

Harper: *walks away*

———————

Robber: *unlocks the door*

Carrie: You must be our new bouncy house guy.

Robber: No, I'm robbing you.

Robber: Wait, you have a bouncy house guy?

———————

Robber: *enters*

Kate, with a clipboard: Name?

Robber: My name's Rob, I'm here to rob you.

Kate: Sorry, I don't have you on our list.

———————

Robber: *saws a hole in the wall*

Helena: What are you doing?

Robber: Robbing you.

Helena: You know the door's unlocked, right? I swear, it's like people don't even try nowadays.

———————

Robber: *unplugging the XBox*

Luke: Best Buy is just down the road.

Robber: ...You're Luke Fox.

Luke: Yes I am.

Robber: Champion MMA fighter Luke Fox.

Luke, rolling up his sleeves: Always nice to meet a fan.

———————

Robber: *ransacking the place*

Bette: Who hurt you?

Robber: What?

Bette: This isn't a healthy coping mechanism. Talk to me. I'm here for you.

Robber, breaking down: It all started when I was little...

———————

Robber: *sneaks in*

Alfred: Not on my watch.

Alfred: *drags them out by the ear*

Robber: Ow, ow, ow.

———————

Robber: *smashes the window*

Selina: Pfft, amateur. Let me show you how it's done.

———————

Robber: *steals the computer*

Bruce: *reading the newspaper*

Robber: *takes valuable jewelry*

Bruce: *still reading*

Robber: *lightly bumps into one of the batkids*

Robber: *turns around*

Bruce: *suddenly appears with the bat-glare*

Robber: I'm just gonna—

Robber: *gets instantly knocked out*

[wileys-russo]

Emily fox, on the pitch, (sarcastically) “aw baby I’m sorry did that hurt”

I’m thinking enemies to flirts to lovers

frenemies II e.fox

"well good morning sunshine!" lotte laughed as you sat down beside her with a huff, dropping your bag to the ground and rummaging through it with a hum.

"woke up on the wrong side of the bed did we?" the girl teased pulling on her boots as you sighed. "you have no idea. this is going to be a long day!" you warned as the girl squeezed your shoulder sympathetically, the pair of you falling into conversation.

you smelled her before you saw her, the familiar waft of perfume hitting you before the sound of her laugh did, glancing up to see her walk in with alessia, chirpy grin on her face as usual.

"now now, play nice today even if you are grumpy!" lotte warned with a grin as you knocked your knee against hers with a playful roll of your eyes. "its not me whose the problem lots, you know that better than most." you quipped tugging your socks up as emily sat down across the room.

catching her eye yours rolled again as she sent you a wink, tuning back into her conversation with alessia. "i know you're both as bad as each other, she's been here for months now. wave the white flag! be the bigger person." lotte cautioned gently.

"so you admit she's not the bigger person? so she is in fact, the problem?" you grinned gleefully as your friend sighed at the take. "theres that selective hearing. you might want the long sleeve, we're set for rain!" lotte warned as you groaned quietly and unzipped your bag again.

though as you pulled out the top you quickly realised the number on it was not yours and pushed it hastily back in. "i'll survive." you brushed off her concerns as lotte only shrugged. "come on miss holland, off we go." you teased pulling her beanie down over her eyes and standing.

"not again with the tom holland reference! i don't look like him at all." lotte groaned in annoyance as you only grinned. "no i think its more like one of the robbers from home alone." your smile dropped at the familiar voice, lotte shoving emily with a playful glare before walking off with alessia.

"fox." you greeted shortly, the pair of you following after the girls in front who'd fallen into their own conversation. "as if the english weather isn't cold enough, that tones gonna give me hypothermia." the american shuddered rubbing at her arms as you rolled your eyes.

"oh come on! that was funny, you're allowed to laugh!" emily protested as you strode ahead, hurrying after you. "maybe at you, never with you." you warned, holding back a smile as your boots touched grass and you were able to hurry off to another group of girls.

your mood didn't improve during training, in fact it only got worse as indeed lotte was right and the skies opened up, the rain pouring down the last fifteen or so minutes of training.

given it was the last one before the game this weekend you didn't let it stop you, pushing through at the management teams instructions, breaking off into smaller teams for a round robin of games and a cool down.

all morning emily had been trying to get on your last nerve, her own patience wearing thin as you ignored her time and time again taking lottes advice to be the bigger person albeit the white flag.

but as the rain became near torrential and suddenly you were taken down to the ground a lot harder than necessary considering you'd already given up the ball your tolerance grated.

again and again your back hit the turf with only one culprint taking your legs out each time, your training top coated with mud and bib soggy against your chest as beth whipped a goal into the top corner to end the game and the whistles to finish training finally blew.

right as you'd completed the pass to her again your legs were swept out, wincing as your ass thumped into the ground but you clapped at beths goal none the less not wanting to be a bad teammate.

"aw baby i'm sorry, did that hurt?" a smirk hovered over you accompanied by an american accent and a very punchable face as the girl held out her hand to help you up.

with a glowering scowl sent up at her you smacked her hand away, climbing to your own feet and storming away, hearing her follow after you as the rest of the girls sprinted back into the building to shower and change before media.

but right as you went to step foot into the locker room a hand grabbed yours, tugging you away into one of the recovery rooms as the door closed with a click.

you sighed deeply at the grin which shone back at you, crossing your arms and glaring at her when she refused to move out of the way of the door.

"come on stop the frowning. i said i was sorry!" the american laughed stepping closer as you shook your head. "that doesn't mean i have to accept your apology." you reminded firmly, unwavering as she rolled her eyes.

"no. but only one of us is currently wearing something with a collar and ah...the rain has not been kind to you." emily tutted her hand moving to settle on your shoulder and you hissed as her thumb pressed into a deep red mark on your neck and you smacked it away.

with a groan you moved toward a mirror in the corner, turning your head left and right inspecting the marks you'd covered this morning before leaving, the rain indeed having washed most of the concealer off.

"this is your fault fox!" you advanced toward her as she only smiled, meeting you chest to chest. "yeah. so?" she challenged with a quirk of her eyebrow, your mouth opening and closing trying to find a comeback.

"exactly. you weren't saying anything last night when they appeared!" emily grinned cheekily as you only huffed, shoving her and making a beeline for the door before her hand grabbed yours and twirled you so you wound up chest to chest with her again.

"kind of hard to with your tongue down my throat." you scoffed only widening her beaming grin, her face near split in half as tattooed fingers traced the hickies with a feather light touch.

"let me take you to dinner tonight." now that did catch you off guard, stepping away from her with a frown. ever since she'd signed the american had wedged her way under your skin, the pair of you clashing heads and forever arguing, broken up and told off by your teammates.

though it never translated to the pitch, the two of you working seamlessly together down the right side much to everyones shock given how you seemed to loathe one another in every other sense.

but little did they know it was due to the release you two had figured out helped your contempt for one another, and for weeks now the two of you had been sneaking around one anothers beds, always gone by the morning and never more than that.

so you'd hardly expected these words to come out of her mouth.

"what?" you managed out in shock, emily stepping closer with a nod. "dinner. at a nice restaurant, the two of us. tonight ideally!" the defender explained, sticking by her words.

"but thats not-thats not what we do." you declined with a shake of your head as she shrugged unfazed by the rejection.

"well there has to be some middle ground in this enemies to lovers pipeline, you think you hate me but really you don't even know me. i'd like to change that, to change whatever this is." emily confessed confidently again catching you off guard.

when you didn't reply the girl only grinned, pulling off her spray jacket and handing it to you to put on to cover the marks on your neck.

"great, i'll pick you up at seven then baby. wear something...dry! oh and i want that jacket back, since someone else stole my long sleeve." she winked teasingly, and just like that she was gone.

[miscgallery]

since you're here, here's more information on the AU! (long post so check under the cut)

this au is (affectionately) called the cops and robbers AU! the details aren't set in stone as of now as i literally made it just for this weeklong challenge 😭 but! here are some details:

Hapiara, Ri4, and Photon are the "cops"!

photon are secret services agents (with shano managing them) who were assigned to protect a certain politician attending a mansion party.

Ri4 are rich ladies who are well-aware of the corruption going on in the upper strata of society and are secretly trying to steer Photon and Hapiara into discovering a part of it. they attend the mansion party because they were invited as well.

hapiara are detectives-in-training who were initally investigating a semi-related case but ended up accidentally being roped into the same case Photon and Ri4 were taking later on.

Peaky and RONDO are the "robbers"!

peaky's lore is on the yukaeso post (i'm sure you've seen it---it's what led you here LOL)

RONDO are hitmen. alter-ego is a front. RONDO were assigned to kill a certain politician who just-so happened to be attending a mansion party.

M4 are "neutral"! they're independent journalists who are always first to find big news. a little after shit hit the fan at the mansion party, they arrived on the scene and reported it live. afterwards, they ended up working with hapiara behind the scenes to uncover more about the case.

abysschord are undecided as of now, but abyssmare would most likely lean towards the "robbers" side. coa are still broken up.

[Day 4: AU] a close call!

(bonus doodles and context under cut)

peaky are sort-of "robin hood" characters who are rich themselves, but don secret identities to target corrupt politicians, government officials, and billionaires when the law fails to punish them. most of what they do is dig up dirt on their chosen target and bring it to light for the general public.

one of their targets had invited esora (current ceo of the shimizu group) to a mansion party. they decided that this would be a good opportunity to gather more intel and do a little snooping around the mansion.

esora attends the party proper with yuka as her "bodyguard". things are going well until the power goes out and a gun is shot. the room immediately dissolves into a panic, and yuka scoops esora up before making an emergency exit through one of the massive windows. kyoko and shinobu throw out a rope ladder and yuka grabs it at the last second before they make their escape.