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Whumptober 2024 - Day 3

HeheheheHEHEHEHE THIS PROMPT SET IS PERFECT, I'VE BEEN WANTING TO WRITE THIS SCENE FOR SO LONG!! Thorin belongs to the wonderful @whumpr c:

TWs: Abuse of power, abuse by a police officer, references to being shot, discussion of burns, there's a jackass police officer and a cool civil servant, deadnaming but not Quite Like That

Fingerprints | Wrongfully Arrested | "I warned you."

"What kind of an idiot do you think I am, Ortiz?"

The shout jarred Thorin out of his routine haze. He glanced over through one-way glass, and felt his stomach drop. Long, wavy hair. Dark, tired eyes with glowing white rings. Scarred hands, politely folded on the table they were cuffed to. A patterned sweater, meticulously hand-washed as always. A broken glasses chain that belonged on a librarian. Bruises and scrapes, all up and down his face and hands.

What the fuck was Cross doing here?

Thorin didn't stop to let the red-faced police officer currently two inches from Cross' nose get further with his tirade. He swung the door open, cutting him off. "Officer Roberts, stand down."

The man jolted back, straightening his tie. The knights and police were different factions, technically, but Thorin outranked most anyone that would be in this building at this hour. "I'm questioning the suspect of that convenience store robbery from earlier."

Thorin raised an eyebrow at Cross, who shrugged. "A convenience store robbery? Explain."

"Officer Roberts told me that I was spotted coming out of the Fast Lane on Fifth with a gun in my hand and a hiking backpack." Cross explained, one thumb sliding against the side of his other palm. "I don't recall doing any of that, though. I...don't really go there anymore. I only ever walk past."

"Because the last time you were there, you got shot right?" Thorin said, less for himself and more to see Roberts look like he bit into a lemon. "In that hostage situation?"

"Yes, sir."

Thorin hummed. "Roberts, what's the evidence that has you so convinced that Cross is the guy?"

"Well--" Roberts puffed back up, swiping up a manila folder that he'd left in easy grabbing distance of a completely-unwarded mage that specialized in fire magic. "The suspect had long black hair, a bag, and was wearing a patterned sweater. And glasses."

Clearly an airtight description.

Roberts pulled a few documents out from the folder and slammed them onto the table in front of Cross. Cross didn't flinch. Dark eyes just wandered over the security camera still of someone who sort of looked like him, if you squinted. He glanced towards Roberts, fingers wandering questioningly until he was given a yes to pick up the picture to look closer.

Thorin's gaze, though, was drawn to the paper beneath the photo. A set of oval ink marks, cut through with white sworls and whirls and ridges. Fingerprints. Thorin laughed before he could stop himself.

"What?" Roberts snapped. "What's the matter?"

"Are those fingerprints from the crime scene, Roberts?" Thorin asked.

"Of course. We lifted them right off the cash register drawer." Roberts seemed pleased with himself. "They could only belong to the culprit. They don't match the manager or any of the workers!"

"Alright then. Cross, up you go. I'll give you a ride home." Thorin said, reaching for his ring of keys.

Roberts froze, jaw tensing. "Sir--what are you doing?" He asked, raising his voice. "Don't just--!"

"Cross, please show the good officer your palms." Thorin said, unshackling him. He did, politely turning his palms up to face Roberts, who balked.

Cross' hands were a deep, dark red-brown, smooth and rippled. Thorin knew from shaking his hand how all the wrinkles and texture went away with even slight pressure. "Cross hasn't had fingerprints since he was eighteen or so. Tell me, do those match your prints?"

Roberts couldn't seem to pull his eyes away from the mess of long-healed burns in front of him. "...They don't." He finally said with a sigh, sliding a hand through his hair. "They really don't. His groceries are in the break room."

Thorin shook his head as he helped Cross to his feet and waved him out the door. "Everything had better be in there, Roberts. I'm going to ask him to check his digital receipt." He started to follow Cross out, before pausing at the doorway. "Ask your chief to retrain you on proper interrogation protocol for mages, Roberts. Urgently. If Cross wasn't such a polite person, you could've wound up ash on the floor."

The silence that filled the air before the door closed behind Thorin was almost worth the headache of finding out that Cross' cookie dough had been torn into.

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[neptunezo]

The batkids are known for sharing clothes amongst each other, so imagine everyone’s surprise when Jason won’t let them borrow his hoodie. Upon further inspection they find out it’s Roy’s hoodie. This causes a chain reaction and now Dick won’t let anyone borrow his Wally hoodie, Tim won’t let anyone borrow his Kon hoodie, Damian with Jon’s clothes(which there was no need for because Damian’s clothes never fit anyways), Duke with Izzy’s, Cass with Steph, and so on. After this “civil war” they all reluctantly agree to end this and all clothes (their own or not) is up for grabs. (minus Damian and Jon, of course)

bonus is when their partners steal the batkids clothes only to find out later that it’s definitely not a wayne kids clothing item.

Roy: That’s my sweater?

Wally: Yeah well Kon’s wearing my pants so…

Izzy: I’m probably wearing one of your boxers, it’s for sure not Dukes

Kon: how do you know?

Izzy: Because Duke doesn’t own Minecraft boxers???

Steph: Oh yeah sorry, those are mine

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Randy Ortiz

[upmala]

for me, Murderbot should be played by Vico Ortiz. look at them

the gender. the eyebrows. the empty stare. do you see it

[jay-wasstuff]

[fuckyeahgoodomens]

Vico Ortiz (Jim from Our Flag Means Death) cosplaying Crowley!!! 😍❤

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@alexissortiz

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Pt. 34 Gotham Twitter Au

<<Part 33<< Master List >>Part 35>>

Thank you @candleonfire for letting me use their art for Jason and Roy's wedding! Their's is the drawing on the left side of the photos Cass tweeted. Here's a link to The Original they posted, please go leave some love on their post!!

The "photo" on the right side is done by me. Used a reference bc I'm not an artist, but it was fun nonetheless!

Thank you @evenstarfalls and anons for the asks in the Q&A's!!

[gaygalore]

Zak Spears and Mario Ortiz in Hard Cops (2004) dir. John Bruno

[queeraspirates]

new behind the scenes pics from director Fernando Frías on the set of OUR FLAG MEANS DEATH season two

[saltpepperbeard]

I ain't stressing today The OFMD S2 Cast and Crew dancing on Leslie Jones' Tiktok

[tampire]

Jim mouthing and vibing to Izzy's singing

[sherlockig]

x

[wondersinwaynemanor]

hc that the batkids' partners go to Steph for anything as she's a batfam member already so she has ideas on what the others like or dislike.

1.

Wally, hands Steph a Batburger: Here ya go.

Steph, narrows her eyes on the food: Extra cheese?

Wally nods.

Steph: Did you ask for extra ketchup?

Wally, shrieks: You don't have ketchup in your apartment???

Steph: Do you want to know whether Dick liked the flowers you gave him last week or not?

Wally, already zooming away: Give me a sec, Stephanie!

2.

Roy, hands her the coffee machine that he fixed: Just loose wiring.

Steph, nods at it: Great job, Harper. Thanks.

Steph, hands Roy the tools she borrowed from the cave for his next project: If these even get a little scratch, B will not be pleased.

Roy, rolls his eyes: Delicate fingers, Brown.

Roy, hands some flowers he got from Dinah's shop: I believe these are fresh, Cass will love these.

Steph, smells them: Beautiful.

Steph, hands the special recipe of Butternut Squash soup that Jason loves: And if you lose this.... Then Alfie will take both of us down in a heartbeat.

Roy: I would never want to be against Alfred.

3.

Steph, groans: What is it this time, Clone?

Kon, floats by Steph on the rooftop: How did you handle it when Rob was having nightmares?

Steph: Does he still sleepwalk?

Kon, shrieks: He sleepwalks???

Steph, shrugs: Maybe.

Kon: What am I supposed to do??

Steph, shrugs casually: Slap him awake and kiss him, I supposed.

4.

Izzy, calls Steph: So...

Steph: I figure you need some advise on something related to Duke?

Izzy: Hey, I was just going to ask if you want to go get your nails done.

Steph: You paying?

Izzy: You are the one living under that mansion, Steph.

Steph: Not exactly.

Izzy: Ohh.

the conversation dies down for a couple of seconds, before Steph speaks again.

Steph, sighs: Take him to the new movie that's out. He likes Sci-fi movies.

Izzy, squeals: You're the best, Steph!

5.

Steph: It's about time the little Kent showed up.

Jon, floats by Steph on the rooftop: So Kon has done this too?

Steph: All of them thinks I know everything.

Jon: Well, you have the advantage.

Steph just shrugs and then shows Jon the kitten she picked on the street yesterday.

Steph: Here. She's cleaned and I also fed her some of my food at home, but Dami has everything she needs so make sure you handle her with care, okay? Not the Kryptonian strength of yours.

Jon, nods eagerly and takes the kitten from her hands: Got it. Thank you, Stephanie.

Steph, ruffles his hair: Steph is alright, little dude.

[goodsirs]

Our Flag Means Death 2.06 "Calypso's Birthday"

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