#rylie fenton

[uraniumshark]

Bury Me Low Snippet 1

Watching as the robot president announced the Americube, Rylie sighed deeply. She had never been a real fan of the ROBOTUS project, but it wasn’t her place to voice her worries about a project that wasn’t hers. But now it was another mess to clean up with ghost powers and then cover up. Probably. Though, then that would lead to questions on where ROBOTUS went when she dealt with it…

While watching the office descend into chaos was kind of fun, it also hampered her own work. Which she wanted to get back to as soon as possible, she was so close to a breakthrough with project REGOO.

Taking a swig of an ecto-shake, Rylie realized she didn’t know much about the scientist in charge of the ROBOTUS project—Dr. Reagan Ridley—if she was being honest. They had met in passing a few times, but both of them seemed to prefer working on their own so not many pleasantries had been exchanged. Which was fine with Rylie, she didn’t know a majority of her coworkers to begin with.

Rylie didn’t let anyone else work with her in the Ghost Department of Cognito Inc. With her ghost powers, it was more of a danger to herself if she let others in. But there was also the fact that she worked best on her own to begin with.

Thinking about it, Rylie realized she wasn't much different from Dr. Ridley. Brilliant scientists devoted to their work, work they felt would change the world. Some days, Rylie wondered what it would be like to work with Dr. Ridley and the rest of her team, but then she was reminded that she needed to stay on her own. Her powers made keeping people close an impossible task. Not if she was keeping what she could do a secret.

With a sigh, Rylie stood up and transformed. “Time to go end an evil robot president.”

[raynewolferune]

Meta Jazz, the Arkham Intern Therapist Pt 2.1

Note: The writing bug bit me while wading through the comments and replies so you guys get more! 😁 Special thanks to @the-scarecrow-of-aus & @starlightcat04 for helping spark this continuation!

Also, so you're not confused, this part is from Kon's POV and backtracks to before the Bane incident to explain how Kon started going undercover in Arkham. Pt 2.2 has the Bane incident from Kon's POV.

~*~*~

When Kon got the call from Tim asking if he'd be willing to do a favor for him, he hadn't expected it to be an undercover assignment in the infamous Arkham Asylum itself.

"You want me to do what?" He asked staring at Tim in disbelief once he reached the Nest to debrief.

"Go undercover as a new guard in Arkham." Tim repeated with a deadpan expression looking over his shoulder at Kon from his computer chair. Holy fuck, his eyebags were bad. 

"Have you slept in the past week, Tim?" Kon asked, taking in his best friend's appearance.

Tim frowned at the question. 

"I don't see how that's relevant but yes." He answered, heartbeat unchanging. Which didn't really mean anything since it was Tim but Kon decided he'd believe him. 

For now. 

Kon sighed heavily and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Okay, I'll do it." He said. "Can you tell me why we need someone undercover at least?" 

Tim eyes widened, startled by the question like he was surprised Kon didn't know yet even though Tim hadn't told him yet. Okay, deep breaths, calm down, Tim clearly hasn't slept in at least two days. Kon coached himself as his temper flared up at the evidence that Tim wasn't taking care of himself again. All the Supers agreed: sometimes you just wish you could beat some sense into the Bats and make them take care of themselves like normal human beings.

"Ah. Right." Tim said, turning back to the computer and pulling up some files as he explained. "Two thing have occured within roughly fifteen days of each other that together are rather suspicious. First, Dr. Thomas Rylie, Jonathan Crane's undergraduate roommate and classmate throughout undergrad and grad school, was hired to work as one of the new in house psychiatrists at Arkham Asylum. They also got their doctorates from the same school during the same time frame and both focused on the impact fear has on the brain. Dr. Rylie's focus was on fear conditioning and Dr. Crane's focus was on fear responses." Well, that sounds suspicious. 

"Second, Gotham University lost their minds and began an undergraduate and graduate internship program partnering with Arkham Asylum." 

Kon went cold. They did what?

Pictures of the Asylum, University, and three people -presumably Scarecrow, Dr. Rylie, and a young woman- filled the computer screen now. 

"The internship program has only one applicant so far and she'd already started working at the Arkham. Her name is Jasmine Fenton and her background is...sparse, to say the least." Tim turned in his chair to face Kon.

"I'm too recognizable in Gotham and among the rogues to successfully go undercover in Arkham so I've set you up with an apartment and ID as 'Kyle Jennings.' You're scheduled to start work at Arkham as a new guard tomorrow morning."

"Okay," Kon said with a nod. "What do you need confirmed? What are the primary objectives?" He prodded Tim again since his friend's sleep deprived brain seemed to think that was enough information for debriefing. It wasn't. Definitely not. A lot was implied but it wouldn't be the first time Tim had completely different intentions than what Kon had understood from his briefing. Sleep deprived Tim frequently assumed others could read his mind or something. Sleep deprived Tim was wrong.

"We need to determine if Dr. Rylie is here working for Scarecrow as part of some new scheme. We need to determine if Jasmine Fenton is complicit. We need to know if Gotham U is also in on it. And we need to find out what exactly Scarecrow is the planning." Tim stated automatically as he ticked each one off on his fingers.

"Got it. Guess I'll head over to my new apartment then and start prepping for tomorrow." Kon said, heading towards the exit. Tim hummed in agreement waving a hand in his direction as he left. That dumbass was probably already absorbed in the next case. Kon sighed, hopefully Tim would at least pass out sometime later tonight.

~*~*~

Kon's first day at Arkham wasn't anything special. He didn't see Jasmine, Dr. Rylie, or Scarecrow. He didn't see any rogues or doctors at all. It was just a really Gotham kind of orientation. 

"This is where we keep a cache of stun grenades, long-range scope rifles, tranquilizer rounds, and rubber bullets." His new supervisor and guide through orientation, Alex Fhizer, said as he showed Kon how to access, inventory, lock, and re-conceal the cache. "Everytime you pass by a cache on patrol, you will check the inventory again and sign off on it with the date and time. If anything is different from the previous inventory entry, you will immediately radio the tower and the island will be put on lockdown." Greyish Hazel eyes peered out of a weathered face staring Kon down. "You will never neglect to inventory a cache while on patrol. You will never neglect to report an inventory discrepancy. The first time you do you will be fired immediately and you can count yourself damn lucky if that's all that happens to you." 

Fhizer was intense, man.

"Yes, Sir." Kon answered. Fhizer's hard look lasted another long moment before the older man gave a firm nod and continued showing Kon the ropes.

~*~*~

The second day was no where near as chill as the first. Hell, his brain was already starting to warp, there hadn't been anything chill about that orientation.

Kon started his second day by boarding the Arkham transport bus with the rest of the staff and early morning visitors to the island. That was where he saw Jasmine Fenton in the flesh for the first time. 

She has got to be part Amazonian, was his first thought upon seeing her. She was around 6ft tall with a thick mane of red hair tightly braided reaching all the way down to her waist. Jasmine was wearing teal stud earrings, a silver bangle type bracelet on her left wrist, a white blouse, black slacks, and black flats. She carried a small, clear purse that only held a small notepad, pen, house key, chapstick, and a thin teal wallet that presumably contained her IDs, debit cards, and a small amount of cash. Damn, she was tall.

Kon's concentration was broken by the quiet sound of metal crunching slightly beneath his fingers. He immediately loosened his grip on the hand rail, checking for damage with a wince. He breathed a soft sigh of relief when he saw the damage was almost entirely unnoticeable to the naked eye. He'd have to mind his strength more closely. Kon was too used to the farm and facilities that were all reinforced to handle casual use from people with super strength. 

Tim's notes indicated Arkham wasn't reinforced for super strength anywhere. Not even along the outer walls. The facility had opted to use suppression collars on their meta inmates instead since they were cheaper and easier to repair and replace according to the official reports. However, Tim's notes had also mentioned that Arkham had reinforced the outer walls to account for super strength at one point. They'd poured nearly every dime the facility could spare into the project for months until the Joker himself had taken it personally. The madman had absolutely obliterated the reinforced outer walls until no part of them remained standing. Given Joker had destroyed the walls without having any meta powers at all and his history of viciously attacking -damn near mauling- anyone that tried to put him in a straight jacket, Kon didn't really blame Arkham for stopping while they were ahead.

Kon looked up as the bus jolted to a stop. The other passengers filing off around him. He watched as Jasmine Fenton was met by Dr. Rylie in front of the bus as he waited to disembark. 

"Ms. Jasmine!" Dr. Rylie greeted her enthusiastically with a broad open grin and beaming eyes. He reached towards her with both arms, hands open and she reached back. Their right hands clasped as their left hands landed on the other's upper arms as the two greeted one another openly. Kon wasn't very familiar with intern-mentor relationships nor what would be considered normal or professional for them, but it looked like a rather affectionate greeting for them having been strangers two weeks ago. That was strange, wasn't it? Was Tim right to be worried about them?

"Ms. Jasmine is the first and only applicant for Dr. Rylie, Director Keener, and Dean Byle's hairbrained idea to hire more doctors for this place." One of the older guards that had been standing just behind him on the bus explained having apparently noticed Kon watching the pair.

"They just seemed rather affectionate for Gotham." Kon shrugged dismissively as he turned to look over his shoulder at his new colleague. The shorter man laughed.

"A bit, yeah." He agreed. "I think Dr. Rylie is just desperate for this program to work out." He continued as they finally managed to get off the bus. Dr. Rylie and Ms. Fenton were gone now. "Pretty much everyone's been treating her like a princess." 

"That doesn't seem fair to everyone else." Kon commented, dropping back a bit to let the older man lead the way to the guards room for morning debriefing and to get their assignments. He'd already memorized the layouts but 'Kyle Jennings' shouldn't have yet.

"Who cares about fair as long as it works?" The guard answered. "If treating her like a princess scores more interns for the program in the long run, and if one intern every year ends up interested in sticking around, I'll be happy to cater to every single one of them." He confessed, stopping in the middle of the hall to turn and face Kon directly. Kon glimpsed the name Ryans as the silver name badge flashed the briefly reflecting the overhead lights. "You non-gothamites just don't get it. We're desperate for whatever help we can get." 

"That's why I applied here." Kon lied. "Going to school across the bay, I heard a lot about what went down over here while I was in college. I want to help." 

Ryans gave a short solemn nod then turned and led the rest of the way to the break room. 

~*~*~

Day four undercover was when Kon officially met Jasmine Fenton. 

Everything had been going well so far with his undercover assignment. He'd settled in to the role of Kyle Jennings, been getting along well with his new coworkers including Ryans and Fhizer, and hadn't yet managed to screw up inventorying the caches during the outer patrol loops. That being said, Kon was having other issues.

The worst part of being an unstable Kryptonian clone was that his strength tended to fluctuate. It normally wasn't much of an issue when he was surrounded by reinforced everything in his daily life but here at Arkham it was becoming a problem. Case in point, Kon thought to himself with an exhausted groan as his freshly made coffee mug shattered in his hand.

"Oh come on." He sighed snatching a handful of paper towels from the counter and bending to wipe up the coffee and ceramic shards on the floor. At least he was the only one in the room when it shattered. The door clicked softly behind him and Kon jumped twisting to look. 

Jasmine Fenton stood behind him having just closed the door to the break room after entering.

"What happened here?" She asked, sounding bewildered with slightly wide eyes as she took in the mess on the floor. Thank God. She didn't see it.

"Guess I was a bit more tired than I thought." He said with a forced laugh in order to hide his nerves. "Slipped right through my fingers."

She nodded, accepting his words at face value. 

"I've done that more than a few times close to finals." She admitted. "You guys have 10 hour shifts, right? You must be exhausted. When's your next day off?"

"The day after tomorrow." Kon said. "This is day 3 for me since orientation doesn't count."

"You get 2 days off followed by an on-call day, right?" She asked.

"Right," Kon agreed. "AKA 2 days of freedom and a day chained to the Bowery." He joked.

"Absolutely terrible, they may as well put an ankle monitor on you." She cracked back grinning. Kon snickered. The door opened again.

"I see you found another non-gothamite here." Dr. Rylie said striding into the break room with a wide grin.

"Sounds like that makes three of us." Kon agreed. Outside of Joker, he had never seen a gothamite grin that wide in his life.

"Dr. Thomas Rylie, a pleasure to meet you." Dr. Rylie introduced himself holding out his hand to shake. Kon shook his hand as gently as possible, mindful his strength was on the fritz.

"Kyle Jennings, nice to meet you. I just started as a guard earlier this week." He said then held his hand out to shake Jasmine's.

"Jasmine Fenton, I'm an intern therapist. This is my second week here." She greeted with a warm smile shaking Kon's hand. She didn't say anything about being glad to meet him, Kon noted. It wasn't exactly strange behavior but something made him take note of it anyway. Like by not saying it she was saying she hadn't decided whether meeting him was a good or bad thing yet. Dr. Rylie didn't seem to notice anything off with the interaction though as he went about making his own coffee. The three of them made idle small talk as they made their own coffees. Once his new cup was ready, Kon bid them both goodbye and went on his way. While they were his main objective, lingering too long this early into their aquantiantship would probably be strange.

He had several other small friendly interactions with both of them over the next few days. Taking the time for greetings, small talk, and sharing small bits of casual background info from Kyle Jennings's past to encourage them both to open up to him. He also broke a clipboard, two more coffee cups, several pens, and a doorknob during that time as his strength continued to fluctuate. The doorknob had been particularly embarrassing. He had gone to open the door for Jasmine when he saw her with her arms full of files and somehow managed to twist it in such a way that the screws holding it in place sheered off and the knob came off in his hand. Collins, his partner for building patrol that day, burst out laughing hysterically as Kon stared at the doorknob in horror.

"No worries, man." Collins said, clapping Kon on the shoulder still snickering. "Someone else probably broke it and put it back so they wouldn't get scolded or something."

"Yeah," Kon said with a nervous laugh. "That must be what happened."

Jasmine's eyes flicked between the two of them then she grinned.

"And here I thought you just really hated that door." She teased Kon. He felt his face heat up as Collins laughed at him again.

"It is an ugly door." Collins agreed enthusiastically smirking.

"Terribly ugly. Hideous even," Jasmine said with a smile.

"Possibly even traumatizing to behold," Collins continued to smirk.

"You've got me. I have a deep rooted traumatic fear of metal taupe doors." Kon deadpanned ears burning. Jasmine snickered as Kon got the door open for her and they went their separate ways.

~*~*~

"What have you found so far?" Tim asked. Kon did not have the words to express how much he didn't want to be at the Nest at 3am on his first day off from undercover work. If it was anyone other than Tim he wouldn't have even answered the phone.

"Literally nothing," Kon said dryly. "I am still the newest of newbies at Arkham. I practically spent the whole week being babysat by senior guardsmen." He sighed, reminding himself that it wasn't Tim's fault that he was a little insomniac goblin and that Kon really did love his friend and would be sad if he hurt Tim's feelings. Eventually. When he woke up again in the morning. "I did start befriending them both though. It's slow going since we're in different areas but nearly being the only non-gothamites there seems to be helping me make some headway at least." 

There was one other non-gothamite on staff, a medical nurse named Sharon Earley. She was in her mid-thirties and the most sour and unpleasant person Kon had had the displeasure of meeting so far on Arkham's staff. Not that Kon could blame her for that. Not when she had several large ragged scars spanning from her chin and down both of her arms from when Zsazz had gotten hold of her alone after dark her second year at Arkham. It was a damn miracle she'd survived him. Kon didn't know how she managed it but he wouldn't try to find out either. Ryans had taken him aside right before he first met Nurse Earley and warned him not to stare or ask about any of it and then explained the bare basics of what happened to her after they'd left. 

Tim probably had a file with every detail of that night as well as information about Sharon Earley's life both before and after that night somewhere on his computer. The thought made Kon nauseous. 

"Good, good," Tim said absently as he updated the mission file on his computer. The keys clicked so rapidly that Kon again reconsidered whether or not his best friend had super speed. "Better to keep them from suspecting than to rush in anyway." 

"Exactly." 

Tim continued asking questions about every little detail he could think of concerning Dr. Rylie, Jasmine Fenton, and the rogues currently in Arkham.

"They don't let me near those guys yet. I'm too new." Kon said when Tim asked if Scarecrow looked to be plotting more than usual.

"They don't?" Tim sounded surprised, going so far as to stop typing so he could turn and stare at Kon. The clone was amused to note something about his statement had managed to wake Tim up enough to be visibly shocked instead blank-faced with exhaustion.

"Of course not," Kon answered trying to keep the amusement from his voice as much as possible. "As many times as your rogues have broken out they're leary of letting new hires near them in case they're goons in disguise." 

Tim sank back into his chair looking like Kon had uprooted his whole world by proving the Earth really was flat via actual science.

"That's impossible." Tim said sounding faint. "Everytime there's a mass breakout, we always hear that some of the guards helped them escape. How?..." He trailed off, eyes darting rapidly like he was tracking lines of an invisible conspiracy board in the air in front of him. Kon shrugged, uncomfortable with this new information.

"Scuttlebutt is that the people helping them escape are visitors. The guards get blamed because the goons visit wearing clothes similar to the guard uniform from a distance. All blue polo shirts and black pants look similar at a distance." Kon explained. "It also doesn't help that the guards can't really do much to stop the escape attempts since they only have stun grenades, tranquilizer darts, batons, low voltage tazers, and rubber bullets to fight back with. So as long as enough people are involved in the escape attempt at least some of them will make it out even if the guards manage to to tranquilize several of them." 

Tim still looked like Kon was blowing his mind. It was such a rare experience that Kon had to continue.

"Plus the tranquilizer darts and the rubber bullets have to be fired from different hardware." Kon told him. "Which sucks because you have to carry twice the amount of weight while chasing after the escapees which slows you down and it takes longer to swap between them."

There was something similar to mystified horror spreading across his friend's face now.

"Speaking if swapping between them, they have different ranges too." Kon continued gleefully. Half because it was fun wrecking Tim's worldview and half to actually impart the information. "Batons are short-range. Tranquilializer darts and stun grenades are mid-range. Rubber bullet riffles are long-range."

"If that's all it is, WE can fund then better gear to control the inmates." Tim interrupted turning back to the computer and swiftly typing out a list of things to send Arkham. Kon shook his head.

"That won't work." He disagreed gently. "They aren't failing because of the gear itself."

Tim turned back around to face him, confused. This was not going to be a fun conversation, Kon swallowed hard and forced himself to continue.

"The problem is that if you fire the rubber bullet riffles from mid or short range you could seriously injury or even kill the patient. If they get past mid-range, you'll miss them completely using tranquilizer darts or stun grenades. If you try to use either of those at short-range it'll be bad for you whether it's because they'll get hold of you before the tranquilizer knocks them out or because you'll stun yourself too."

Comprehension and trepidation began to dawn on Tim's face. He deflated in his chair, sinking lower and lower as he stared off into nowhere.

"You also can't hit them with more than one tranquilizer dart in a four hour window because you could accidently kill them that way. That also means even though you have a baton, you typically can't do enough damage to them to keept them from escaping because that might potentially kill them." Kon said completely solemn now as he relayed the information. "Because regardless of the reputation Arkham has or what the patients have done, it is still a hospital and they are still patients." 

Tim was staring directly at Kon now. Mouth open, face slack, eyes wide with a kind of numbed shock. Kon held his gaze.

"Yeah," Kon said after a moment. "Yeah, that's how I reacted too." He looked down, picking at his nails for a moment before forcing himself to stop and meet Tim's gaze again. "Phizer, my new 'boss', made sure to drill that into my head during orientation. 'Arkham's guards exist first and foremost to protect the patients. Arkham isn't supposed to be a prison. It's a medical facility. The patients are confined to the premises because their affliction has made them dangerous and they have to stay so that we can keep them and others safe from further harm. We are here to keep the patients and staff from hurting each other, themselves, or being hurt by people outside of Arkham's walls.' Not gonna lie, man." Kon said quirking a bitter grin as his did. "Hearing that kind of fucked me up a bit."

Tim sucked in a huge heaving breath then slowly let it out before he responded.

"I can't say I ever thought about it like that." He admitted in a soft strained voice. "Can't say I ever wanted to either." There was a bitter tinge to his words.

"Yeah, neither did I." Kon answered, shoulders slumping a bit. "Was there anything else you wanted to ask me? I kind of want to head back and sleep a bit."

Tim shook his head slowly.

"No, I think we're good at the moment." He said looking twice as exhausted and drained now as he did when Kon first got there. Kon nodded.

"Good night then. I'll see you later, man." He said, pushing off the wall he'd been leaning against and heading for the door.

"Be safe, Kon." Tim answered softly turning back to his computer.

[souls-and-ectoplasm]

Liz: Rylie and Kid share one brain cell. Most of the time, I can't tell who has it

Kid: [collapsed on the floor because one of his shoes is scuffed]

Liz: Rylie has it

[kritterscribbles]

@souls-and-ectoplasm Expectation:

Reality:

[dr-rylie-fenton-blog]

Hello!

Hi, I’m Doctor Rylie Fenton! I’m a seventeen year old graduate of Phantom University of the Sciences in Amity Park, Illinois. I’m the daughter of Danny and Sam Fenton, granddaughter of Doctor Madeline Fenton and Jack Fenton. My main interest is ectobiology, which is what my doctorate is in. I’m also a meister at the DWMA. If you have any questions, feel free to ask them!

[ry-aus]

Captured, Part 1

AU by Bibliophileap Part One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six || Seven

They had me in this glass prison, with a power dampener on my wrist! Only Father was allowed to use those; only Father was allowed to put me anywhere!

“Let me out!” I cried out, punching the wall. Nothing happened. The glass was too strong for a human to break. It was probably ghost-proof too.

“Not yet, kid,” the black woman said. Father called her the Red Huntress. I called her annoying. She was the reason I was here! She interrupted the fight between Phantom and me, the cheater. She could have waited her turn.

Father wanted me to get him Phantom for mid-morph samples. I wasn’t stupid. It was for another clone, not me. But as he was the only person in the world who cared for me at all, I had to listen to him. He was my Father. You had to listen to your parents.

“We should just throw her into the Ghost Zone and be done with it,” the Red Huntress said. “She’s not like Danielle. She’s more brainwashed than she ever was.”

“It’s not like she had a choice in the matter, Valerie,” a goth woman said, her arms folded across her chest. I hadn’t heard a name for her.

“But if we keep her as far away from Plasmius as we can, then we can temporarily stop whatever he’s planning,” Valerie pointed out.

“Sam, Val’s right,” Phantom, in his human form, said with a sigh. I think he called himself Danny or something like that.

“Danny, she’s still just a kid!” Sam exclaimed. “If we just taught her-”

“We don’t have the time to do that, Sam. He’ll keep coming. I’d rather not have her as a distraction- especially when she could just side with him again,” the halfa said seriously. Then, he looked at me.

“Do you have anything to say, kid?” He sighed, looking down at me.

I bared my canines- this wasn’t as effective as my ghost form’s fangs- and hissed. “I’ll just find my way back to father, or he will find me.”

Suddenly, a door opened, showing off the area of the lab with all the science things and the portal. The big orange man who yelled poked his head in. “Son, you’re gonna wanna see this,” he said, looking upset and serious at the same time.

“What is it, dad?” Danny asked with a frown. “I thought you and mom were just making fudge.”

“Yeah, but we had a sample of the girl’s ectoplasm and we decided to study it,” orange man said with a frown. “She’s… She’s not a clone, Danny.”

“What else could she be?” Valerie replied, looking at me then the orange man.

“Vlad used your DNA and Sam’s, son. She’s your daughter.”

The room went silent.

That… That couldn’t be right. Father said I was just a clone. Nothing more. Just another creation of his with no free will. He could melt me down whenever he wanted.

I was the first one to say anything. “No. I’m just a clone. Father said so and he’s never wrong.”

“He’s wrong all the time,” the Red Huntress said under her breath. I glared at her. No one insulted Father. Last time I did anything bad towards him, I was nearly melted. My legs wobbled at the thought of what had happened.

“Danny,” Sam started. “I’m not letting you throw her into the Ghost Zone. She’s staying with me.”

“Sam, no, she’s too-”

“Dangerous? She’s seven and her powers are locked, what’s the worst she could do?” She said, walking towards my glass prison. “If you don’t want her, that’s fine, but I’m not going to just let her stay with Vlad and that’s final.”

She opened the door with a code, reaching out her hand. “It’s okay, sweetie,” she said softly. “I’m not gonna hurt you.”

I hissed at her, eyes narrowed. They would surely be glowing yellow if I had my powers. “I don’t trust you. You could melt me for all I know.”

“But I won’t. I’m gonna give you a nice place to sleep and we’re going to talk about a few things,” she replied with a small smile.

I frowned. Was it safe to trust anyone other than Father? Was it safe to trust someone who worked with Phantom?

I took her hand.

[zir-ghostly]

Rylie meets her partner for life, GhostGuilmon.

[drabblerequestsbyghostly]

For Royal Reaper: "Okay, but that's actually illegal."

Words: 759Idk if Kid, Liz, or Patty are in character, but I had fun doing this nonetheless.

The mission was simple, assigned by the Ancients themselves.

Return the Mask of Vampiro back to Walker’s jail to be locked away. The artifact itself was simple, a glowing green mask mold that looked to date back to the 9th or 10th century B.C., to humans at least.

The mask itself had the power to grant the user mind control powers. That was… just about as bad as Freakshow’s staff, from the stories her dad told.

So she prepared, heavily. And this didn’t go unnoticed by Kid.

After her last few missions landed her with serious injuries—Aragon’s attack had left a large scar on her shoulder, a harsh reminder to keep her defenses up—he demanded to go with her. It was endearing, but she didn’t think she really needed the help for a recovery mission.

On the other hand, if she said no, he’d probably just follow her anyways.

That would… probably end badly because if he came with her she would at least know where he was. These were ghost artifacts. Who knew what they could do to him!?

She sighed and agreed.

He brought Liz and Patty.

They had found it, ridiculously easily at that. The humans kept it under a ghost proof glass case. In a museum. In Amity Park.

This, wouldn’t be as easy as she thought.

“So, what should we do?” she asked as she floated next to the case. Part of her wanted to just overload the power box that fed power to the shield, but it would most definitely set off some sort of alarm, and dealing with ghost hunters were not in her job description today, thank you very much. “About the case, I mean.”

“Break it?” Kid offered.

“Okay, but that’s actually illegal,” she pointed out. “I mean, technically, so is taking it but this also isn’t the human’s to begin with and if they figured out what it did—oh Ancients, we need to get it out of there!”

“Do these Ancients always ask you to do illegal things?” Liz asked from Kid’s right hand. She was in her weapon form, as was her sister.

“Uh… technically they’re not totally illegal?” Rylie tried. “I mean, like, in this case, the Mask of Vampiro isn’t something that should be in the hands of a human, any human. Pariah Dark had it made so he could control minds but he was sealed in his sarcophagus before he got to use it. The Ancients kinda just… Hid it away? And now it’s somehow here?”

“Soooo… It’s like a big game of hide and seek?” Patty asked.

“I mean… If hide and seek had the chance of totally destroying a ghost, i.e. me?” the halfa looked nervous at the thought. She looked to her boyfriend. “Any ideas that don’t involve possibly setting off alarms?”

Before Kid could respond, there was a gasp. A clatter.

Both of them turned to face the noise and—

“Crap. Crapcrapcrapcrap. I did not sign up for time with the Guys in White! No dissection for me, thank you very much!” she covered her chest with her arms. Maybe, if they were lucky, the agent wouldn’t care?

“Gh-Ghost!” The agent shouted, their weapon on the floor. “G-Get away from the artifact you… fiend!”

She sighed. Or the agent was just terrified of ghosts. What idiot worked for government ghost hunters when they were afraid of ghosts?

This person, apparently.

And—when had Kid left her side? He dispatched the agent with efficiency she knew only he had, using Liz and Patty to shoot out their knees.

“Damn it, Mors, what if they had picked up their ecto-pistol and shot you!?” Rylie shouted, her tone tinged with worry. She shot the weapon out of reach of the terrified agent, making sure that there wouldn’t be any attacks from them that the two would have to worry about.

She couldn’t deal with her boyfriend getting ectoplasmic poisoning today, she really couldn’t.

“What if it had hit you!?” she continued. “We’d have to go see my grandparents because I’m certainly not equipped to treat any sort of poisoning on my own,” she was pacing now, the world around her gone. All she could see was the floor below her as she walked, her white boots hardly making a sound. “Or what if—”

“Revo,” a hand on her shoulder made her pause and look up. Glowing green met a supernatural gold. “We should go now.”

“Why? We haven’t even gotten the—”

The Mask of Vampiro was brought into her line of sight, alarms blaring faintly in the background.

“Oh.”

[earthancienttobias]

Ancient Tobias, am I allowed to fill the castle's pool with Jello?

I mean... you are the Queen. You can do whatever you want. Just don’t go crazy.

[bibliophilea]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you. Learn to know your mutuals and followers 💙

Consuming stories

Creating things

Friends and Family

My sister’s cats

School (anxious but excited to be going back!)

Thanks for the ask, Dr. Fenton! I hope your research is going well!

[cybersoul-art-blog]

Sketch of my OC, Rylie/Timelie. Not 100% happy with it so that’s why I’m uploading it as a picture instead of a scan.

[uraniumshark]

Bury Me Low Snippet 5

Her brain was pounding. The overwhelming feeling of not being able to say no to this man, the command to end his life, the urge to hide away from everything until things made sense again and her head stopped hurting. All of them were at war in her mind. Her real hand grasped at her hair tightly while her ghostly hand pressed against the wall behind her. It needed to stop, stop, stop…

All she could see was red. Blood, anger, rage. She wanted to make Rand pay. For making her keep this secret about the circumstances of her birth, for whatever he did to her that made it near-impossible for her to tell him no. But to murder him, did she have it in her? She didn’t use her powers like Danny or Vlad, at least not often. She wasn’t a fighter by nature. She used her powers to help her experiments that would, in turn, help humanity.

What would everyone think of her if she went through with this?

Kill him, Rylie. End your suffering that’s come from him.

Something inside her stirred. She was not a murderer. She may hate Rand, but not enough to actually kill him, and whoever was controlling her would not continue. “No!” she shouted, bringing her other hand to her head. “Get out– I’m not some puppet– Get the fuck out of my head!”

Kill him!

“I’m not a murderer!” she shouted, feeling frost gather under her feet. “I may hate him but I’m not a killer! You can’t make me!”

Yes. I. Can!

Rylie heard the door open and cinched her eyes shut. “Stay back!” she called. “I don’t– I can’t– They still have control, I don’t know if I–”

[raynewolferune]

Meta Jazz, the Arkham Intern Therapist Pt 2.2

Note: Part 2.2! The Bane Incident from Kon's POV! 😁

~*~*~

Two days later, Kon was back at Arkham undercover again. The Bats had caught Bane nearly 12 hours earlier after Red Hood showed up midway through the fight, lept off the overpass, and landed a blow directly to the top of Bane's head with a metal pipe on the way down. The behemoth of a man had crashed hard into the cement, immediately unconscious, and been taken directly to Arkham's medical facilities as soon as he arrived. He'd been checked over and cleared to head to his usual room in less than 15 minutes once he woke up the following afternoon.

Kon found out all of this afterwards. 

He was headed back to the briefing room for his nect assignment after lunch when he spotted four senior guards, Collins, Ryans, Dorr, and Miles, escorting Bane from medical to his usual cell. He stepped into a doorway to let them pass by before continuing on his way. Kon had spent a productive lunch break chatting with Jasmine "please don't call me Fenton" while she waited for Dr. Rylie before he had to head back to the guards room so he wouldn't be late. He'd have to make sure to catch up with Dr. Rylie on the way out at the end of the day instead, Kon mused.

There was a shout behind him. Two bodies slamming hard into the walls on either side of the hall. A rush of fabric sliding across fabric. Rapid pounding footsteps.

Kon spun letting out a gasp as he saw Bane grab Jasmine's upper arm and yank her hard enough to make her stumble. The large man turned to face the guards behind him as he pulled her firmly back against his chest. Kon had the dart gun in his hands and leveled at Bane before he even realized he was moving. Dorr and Ryans had also already done the same. Miles was scrambling to his feet, drawing both his dart gun and baton. Collins slid to the ground, right shoulder visibly dislocated from hitting the wall at the wrong angle but he drew his tranquilizer dart gun as well.

"Weapons down or I'll snap her skinny little neck." Bane growled out, shaking Jasmine as emphasis. Her braid swung from the force of it. 

Kon expected her to panic. He was panicking; a full grown, fully recognized superhero. Of course, he expected her to panic.

But Jasmine didn't. 

Her expression smoothed out turning from barely-there surprise to blank calm in the span of a few seconds. Her breathing stayed deep and even. Her heart beat steady was steady. Was she in some kind of shock? But he had never heard of someone reacting like that to shock before.

"Back up! Let him through!" Dr. Rylie shouted to Kon and the other guards from where he had pressed himself against the wall on the opposite side from Bane. He must have been just a few steps ahead of Jasmine.

"She's my student! Let him through!" Dr. Rylie screamed again. His voice high pitched with fear for his intern. 

Kon didn't know what to do. From the way Ryans and Dorr were exchanging looks, he wasn't sure they knew what the best approach was in this situation either. Of the five of them, Ryans was the most senior guard but he wasn't one of the six guards trained for hostage negotiations either. None of the scenarios they had trained for would work here. Jasmine was too similar in height to Bane for a good shot and a single tranquilizer wouldn't knock him out anyway. They couldn't possibly circle around behind him in this narrow hallway either.

Kon could practically taste the panic building in the air. The tension was rising. If he didn't think fast someone else was going to make the first move and Jasmine would get hurt and -

She sighed.

Long, heavy, and disappointed. It felt like every muscle in Kon's body locked up suddenly.

"Mr. Bane, remove your hands from my person, please. I will give you to one to comply." She said voice calm and heavy like - like she was disappointed in him?

Kon's stared at her bland expression in shock for a moment before his eyes darted back to Bane. The rogue looked momentarily stunned then started laughing.

"Five." Jasmine said, ignoring his laughter. Kon felt himself paling. His colleagues were shifting, white faced with fear as they traded glances again.

"Four." She continued. Bane snorted derisively at her.

"Did you really think that would work?" He asked. His arms tightened around her. There was no way Jasmine was getting out of this without bruises.

"Three." She said ignoring Bane's question. Holy shit. Had she lost her mind?

"What can you even do if I don't?" Bane mocked with a rabid gleam in his eye. He's going to kill her, Kon realized faintly, even if we let him go now he's going to snap her neck for this.

"Two." 

"Jasmine..." Kon whispered pained and horrified by his realization. Loosening his grip on the dart gun without meaning too. She met his gaze across the hall, eyes resolved. 

"One." She finished, brows furrowing slightly in concentration as her lips thinned, pressed together. Bane gave a derisive snort. 

And then the massive man was airborne. 

"Holy shit." Miles breathed out.

Kon stared at the crater in the floor. Collins and Dorr were absolutely silent, hearts racing in their chests. Ryans took a half step forward, heart stuttering - Kon really hoped the man wasn't about to have a heart attack because he could rush him to medical right now. Dr. Rylie was half collapsed against the wall he'd been pressing himself against a strangled sound of shock coming from his throat. Bane was embedded in the floor breath wheezing as Jasmine half knelt on top of his neck. Oh wow, Kon registered, Bane's arm is fucked.

"Now, do you know what you've done wrong?" Jasmine asked looking down at the giant.

"Yes, Ma'am." Bane choked out.

"Fucked with the wrong HBIC." Collins muttered under his breath faintly still stunned.

"Jasmine for president." Miles whispered back automatically.

"Boys," Dorr scolded as he half lowered his dart gun, shifting his weight at the same time.

"Won't be making her angry around that time of month." Ryans mumbled to himself softly enough that Kon was the only person who could have possibly heard him. 

"What did you do wrong?" Jasmine pressed. Collins choked back an inappropriate hysterical giggle at the question. Bane appeared to panic when he realized he'd have to respond. 

No wonder, Kon thought, the man literally grew up in Santa Prisca's prisons. Did he even know how to respond to -Kon choked on air - a maternal scolding?! What the ever loving fuck? He bluescreened. Stood there in the hallway, absolutely stunned, completely unaware of his surroundings as he struggled to process the fact that Jasmine was giving Bane a maternal scolding in the middle of an Arkham hallway right in front of him. Maybe I've finally gone nuts? Kon wondered. 

Jasmine gestured vaguely towards the group of them without turning to look and Kon snapped back to the present. 

"Kyle here is going to take you to see the nurse and then back to your room then. I'm sure you'll behave for him?" Oh shit, that's me she's talking about. Kon walked towards her still a bit numb.

"Yes, Ma'am. I'll behave." Bane answered her. Kon watched as Jasmine stood up carefully and backed away from Bane far enough for him to pull himself out of the crater in the floor. Once he was on his feet, Kon led Bane back towards medical realizing as he did that there had been four other guards behind him this whole time.

Two of them darted forward and scooped up Collins, probably to take him to the guards medical ward along the outer wall patrol route. The other two fell in with Kon, Dorr, Miles, and Ryans. As they walked away Kon could hear Jasmine talking to Dr. Rylie.

"I'm fine, really. My mother was an extremely skilled martial artist. I've been learning from her since I started to walk." She explained honestly, trying to sooth the frazzled doctor's nerves. "I didn't know he was heavy enough to break the floor though!" Jasmine laughed. 

That - heart beat uneven, vocal cords tense - that second part was a lie.

[souls-and-ectoplasm]

About Rylie

Hey y’all, Andie here. We haven’t gotten any comments or questions about this yet, but I wanted to take the bull by the horns and say something first. Yes Rylie is Autistic. By DSM-IV-TR standards, she would have either Asperger’s Syndrome or PDD-NOS. By DSM 5 standards, she would be diagnosed with Autism Spectrum Disorder, level 1 (most likely, I’m most comfortable with the revised fourth edition). Autism is a very sensitive topic in media, I know. I know it’s a bold move to make her autistic, and there will be people who will try to say “you can’t write an autistic character because you’re not autistic!!!” That’s where you’re wrong. I am autistic. I was diagnosed with PDD-NOS when I was young, back when they still used the DSM-IV-TR, and I was rediagnosed with Autism Spectrum Disorder (no level was specified, I checked) and an Unspecified Neurodevelopmental Disorder when I was 17, which was about four years ago now. While Rylie’s diagnosis of autism differs from mine, I base a lot of her behaviors off of myself. And if there’s something I don’t know, I do my research and I ask my friends, who are also on the spectrum. If you don’t like that Rylie is autistic, then there’s a simple thing you can do called stop reading.

[souls-and-ectoplasm]

I love this so much

Have I posted this yet?? I know I have on discord but I never did here oops- @andiezir @souls-and-ectoplasm

[ry-aus]

Prompt #1: “Daddy, what’s that?” She asked, pointing at the constellation in the sky. “That, sweetie, is Orion,” he proceeded to explain the story of how Orion got in the sky. Rylie always loved when her father talked about space. This was no exception.