#to vigilante a Piece of Eden from the Templars

[transmasc-rose]

Having played Assassins Creed 1, 2, part of Brotherhood, and part of Syndicate, I feel like ac1 gives a very different impression of what the Assassin's Order is going to be than the rest of them. Probably because it was (very loosely) based on a historical group.

[rev-wrath]

The magpie is crashing into your theatre, to throw the fic idea at you.

So, the first part would consist of Batdevil + R who are all not into the vigilante/violence of stuff yet. R works at a bartender in a bar at NYC. Bruce is there as part of a training thing or a business thing (this depends on if I want to lean more into Battinson or not). On a Friday R meets Matt (and Foggy) and Matt and R hit it off. On a Monday, R meets Bruce and they too, hit it off. This continues for several weeks until Matt and Bruce come into the bar at the same time. And the three of them most likely went to wherever the hell Bruce is staying to have a wild night.

It starts off like that, but they're very blurred lines. Bruce prolongs his stay at NYC because he feels as though these two can understand him. And like. all three of them have experience in sparring, so it's not a stretch to have them release some pent up energy through spars, even if R doesn't particularly love to do it.

They all end things amicably bc Matt's going to be busy doing lawyer stuff, Bruce has to go back to Gotham, and R doesn't do attachment. Matt does promise R that he would visit often. And they all still exchange phone numbers.

The second part starts up with a time skip. (Ten years? fifteen? depends on how long Bruce is going to be training + when he's going to be Batman). It's R and their weird-ass Assassin ancestors talking to each other and convincing them to go to the League of Assassins. Thoughts of Bruce and Matt are the furthest thing from their mind, but Bruce and Matt think of R + each other often. Maybe they think more about R because they seemingly disappeared. Kidnapped. Maybe they spent years secretly searching for a trace of them?

Anyways, R goes to the League, sees that it is absolutely not a Brotherhood they/their ancestors built, and kind of. Steam rolls through. Half-adopts Damian on the way bc this tiny child reminds their ancestors of their own children??? And then the two of them go to Gotham (bc after the whole activating the Isu device to save the earth from a huge solar flare but in return releasing an evil Isu woman named Juno, I assume the JL and whatever big name Marvel superhero group tidied everything up and got rid of Juno and had a Piece of Eden/Apple of Eden somewhere) bc their fucked up arm told them that that's where the Apple is. Surprise, surprise, it's in the Batcave. Somewhere here, R kills someone in front of Batman.

For Matt's part, R drops back to NYC after not having been there for years (in case anyone recognises them) bc they've been hearing stuff about Abstergo/the Templars being there and having the shroud of Eden in their hands. So they go off to intercept it before it can get to Abstergo at the docks. Daredevil is there, and recognises R in an instant. (Damian is there? Maybe?). R assassinates the guards/men without a hesitating or breaking a sweat.

I guess the end of the second part would be the three of them meeting? Maybe Bruce chases after this mysterious assassin to NYC and steps into the Devil's territory?

And then the third part would be the three of them sorting things out? (God, this has devolved into a three part series AND an epilogue.)

This is your fic so very much your nest still, birdie. But welcomed nonetheless.

I was about to say how specific the days are for the first meeting of Matt and Bruce but it’s nearly back to back so that’s probably the reason. The several weeks of Matt and Bruce coming in separately sounds so fun. Plus Matt and Bruce finally meeting and interacting. And then there’s the after obviously.

That’s fair. But does Matt ever actually follow up on that promise?

It’s funny, cause technically if they ever wanted to, Matt and Bruce could have just, visited each other. It’s not like they don’t know who the other is or where to find them. Bruce, at least, would probably try to secretly find them.

R’s ancestors are what brings them to Damian and sort of back to Bruce. So they just tear apart the League? Or they rebuild it after? Bruce would try to keep the Apple. For whatever reason. Does R know who Bruce/Batman is in relation to Damian and leave him with Bruce? Does R know that Bruce is Batman?

I don’t have much to add other than Matt realizing who’s at docks will be fun!

That would make the most sense for Bruce to follow. At least in that time frame. Otherwise he would probably have to figure out it’s R and/or what R was doing, Apple/Eden stuff, and follow for information.

Sorting things out with themselves and everything R was doing. (I don’t think this was the short fic I had in mind but close enough?)

[dark-elf-writes]

So to ramble-recap the My Hero Creed fusion concept:

Assassins and Templars are a thing. Pieces of Eden and Isu are. Abstergo is a thing, potentially defunct (or their Animus project research group at least) by the time Desmond reaches Japan. The Solar Flare was stopped but Desmond survived using the Eye and its not clear if anyone tried taking credit or if people were like "okay that was weird but we're good and hey why's a bunch of people (Templars) hiding in fallout shelters BEFORE the flare hit what the hell did you do". Eagle Vision either doesn't count as a quirk or maybe it does because Quirks Are Bullshit and the "cult commune" Assassins just NOPED out of reporting who had a "quirk" because the Templars are in the government NOPE.

AFO has or is about to get a Piece. Going by the Nomu hunting Desmond likely knows something about the Templar/Assassin war (although how much is unclear). Eraserhead is hunting the apparently false charges terrorist not-villain who some high up in Abstergo likely claimed was an cultist assassin who murdered one of their lead researchers. Which considering Humarise might be a thing if the movies are canon is a whole other pack of worrying statements.

Eraserhead has at the very least Midnight and Present Mic in cahoots in catching the "weird foreign maybe-vigilante maybe-secret agent". Nedzu knows a lot about "Subject 17" from his own illegal hacking and independent research but it's unclear if he bothered to tell them yet, if only to keep them from Freaking Out Desmond with their knowledge. Going by the run-ins it is possible that Desmond has been in Japan longer than a month, but no shorter than a week.

And Desmond picks up Izuku as a not-assassin student pinning the concept's events taking place about a year before Izuku starts at U.A. High. Which... raises questions on how often the Nomu are sent after Desmond or if they're less "brain exposed Nomu" and more like those Vigilante Bomber/Anonymous things which were a thing about a year to three before Izuku is on the rooftop. Aizawa's not gonna be happy if he hears those things are still around. Or have something like them but more 'creative' if they are Nomu-Nomu. AFO is wasting/risking a lot to get Desmond which means he KNOWS the value that Desmond is ("quirk", arm, blood...).

Also the concept gravitates to Desmond/Aizawa. Not sure if Desmond/Aizawa/Hizashi but definitely Desmond/Aizawa. And Nedzu apparently ships Aizawa/Desmond.

The concept of Desmond having a quirk all along that he either didn’t know about/never really talked about becuase of being trained on the farm to never give information to anyone is really funny whether that is eagle vision or more hilariously something that makes him more susceptible to Isu tech/seeing ghosts/etc.

As for timeline wise it will probably extend from the year before Izuku is accepted into UA through canon (I mean non animus reliant training and funded pieces of Eden at best based off of a map/memories/etc centuries out of date takes time) so while Des might not be hunted by Nomu at the start he is certainly hunted by several heroes who see him as a sort of odd vigilante/a civilian that NEEDS TO STOP JUMPING OFF OF BUILDINGS. The Nomu come later after he has foiled a few plans up to and possibly including yoinking at least one piece of Eden out from under AfO’s lack of a nose.

I’m definitely leaning towards Aizawa/desmond for this one. There’s just something about a grumpy tired and feral tired together that is incredibly compelling to me. Well that and “flirting through the most extreme game of tag” is also very funny

[jasontoddiefor]

Title: When in Gotham, do as Batman does

Summary: Desmond Miles, the mentor of Gotham, and Batman have a serious discussion. (Meanwhile, Robin shows the little Novice accompanying their local Assassin how to do the coolest flips.)

AN: AssCreed/Batman Crossover for the 2nd day of AssCreed Week - Assassin Brotherhood.

Desmond loved Gotham. It was like Florence or Venice or Rome, except better because it was his city. You could tell that it had been built on the bodies of Templars and Assassins alike, particularly the Assassin influence was hard to miss if you had their training. Every corner was easy to disappear into, the buildings were high and the houses crammed into each other to create one fast-paced track for rooftop chasers. Not to mention the abandoned underground railroad tracks or the catacombs sleeping even deeper below. Gotham was built for its shadowy protectors and took good care to hide them all away.

Shaun and Becca had declared him officially mad for settling in this city. He could have gone everywhere in the world. Assassins as skilled as Desmond were hard to come by and currently needed all around the globe.

But Desmond had died for their cause once already (and then been fished out of terror-filled green pits of screaming nails on blackboards) and so they had allowed him to pick.

And Desmond had chosen Gotham.

Or maybe the city had chosen him.

People didn’t really move to Gotham, Desmond had noticed. Nor did they ever leave despite having the funds or the motivation. They cursed and screeched and begged, but they never went further than a vacation away.

And some people didn’t leave at all.

It was a moderately warm September night still. They had been blessed with a warm summer, and its remnants were still chasing through the winds, rolling in-between the skyscrapers. Gotham’s chaos had been calm lately. It was only a question of time until the first Rogue broke out of Arkham again, but right now everything was still. It was one of those nights in which they actually had time to look out for the candles and the flashlights asking for their help. Desmond had sent most of his recruits out for training, errands and information gathering. Maybe also a little blackmail depending on how they brave they got tonight. Instead of supervising from their headquarters, Desmond had chosen to take their youngest recruit out. Though Jason, by all means, wasn’t really a recruit as much as he was a kid that had realized the city’s Thief guild might support him on the streets, but the Brotherhood could get him away from them.

Or as away from them as Jason wanted to be.

He’d seen Desmond teach the Novices how to do a Leap of Faith and that was it. He hadn’t stopped pestering Desmond about teaching him, even at the bar where minors definitely weren’t allowed in, until Desmond had agreed. Jason wouldn’t stop arguing that Robin couldn’t have been much older than Jason either when he had started tailing the Bat. However, Jason also didn’t know that Robin had been trained to be an acrobat (and unknowingly an assassin) from birth.

Desmond knew because he had made it his business to know what was going on in his city.

The identities of its brightest protectors were simply a part of that. Batman had been here before Desmond, had bled for this city. Sure, Desmond could argue he had died for the whole world, but at sixteen he had run away from it all, unlike Bruce Wayne, who had already known his destiny then.

This was also the reason why Desmond’s Brotherhood didn’t kill. He respected Batman’s code as the superior rule. Even law enforcement worked with him while they certainly didn’t know about the Brotherhood.

(Well, they did to an extent. You couldn’t miss the spray-painted As that had shown up all over the city, but the police thought those belonged to a random tagger or, at worst, a gang.)

It was another matter that had his out of town Assassin contacts roll their eyes and bite their cheeks at. Desmond had no problems with assassinations. He was freakishly alright with them so much that he wouldn’t be surprised if it turned out the Isu had engineered him that way.

However, their Brotherhood’s no-kill rule was the only reason the Bat tolerated their presence. Maybe the fact that they had quietly gotten rid of the Court of Owls had contributed as well. It wasn’t murder if you cryogenically froze them to be picked up by the Justice League later on.

The Gotham Brotherhood didn’t kill. It made them child-friendly enough that Desmond had given in to Jason’s demands and let the eleven-year-old become his protégé.

And so here they were, standing on a rooftop and waiting for the Bat to drop in.

“How much longer do we gotta wait?” Jason asked.

After tonight, Desmond would work on the boy’s situational awareness. He remembered a few games Ezio used to play with his recruits and their children to teach them how to observe. They also had the neat side-effect of detecting whether someone was predisposed for eagle vision. Desmond thought he had seen Jason’s eyes flash gold once or twice, the speed at which he managed to track down people certainly spoke for it, but he couldn’t be sure.

He knew Bruce Wayne and Dick Grayson both had the gift though, and that Wayne was aware of it. You didn’t train with an old splinter group of the Brotherhood for years to be ignorant of eagle vision.

“Mask on, kiddo?” Desmond asked instead, studying the shadows to their right that had become just a little too dense.

He had felt ridiculous the first time he had put on a mask, he didn’t need one to obscure his face, but masks made people think of vigilantes, and it was better to be mistaken for those (and honestly in these times the border between Assassin and Vigilante had become thin) than be known as the Brotherhood. Gotham was mostly Templar free and Desmond would like to keep to this way. He didn’t need their attention, not when his people weren’t strong enough yet. Nowadays, Desmond was used to the weight of the mask covering his eyes. He had grown fond of the red and gold Venetian Rebecca had bought him as a joke.

“Never took it off.”

Desmond smiled. “Good.”

Then he turned back to the shadows. “Hello, Batman. Robin.”

Behind him he could feel Jason tense, looking around to spot the vigilantes Desmond had already identified.

“Mentor,” Batman greeted him and finally stepped forward, Robin following him easily, being just a step behind.

“Oooh, who is that?” The Boy Wonder asked, mustering Jason.

“My protégé. Don’t take him too far, please, he’s untrained still.”

“What do you mean ‘don’t take him too far’?” Jason asked, but Robin had already crossed the distance eagerly.

Desmond wasn’t sure whether Batman took Robin along to these meetings precisely to have him distract the companion Desmond had chosen to take with him or if Robin really was just that sociable. The Bat’s intentions were hard enough to read on the really good days and Desmond had better things to do than waste hours on that particular headache.

Within seconds Robin was talking with Jason, contributing most of the conversation, while Jason nodded at the right moments, his eyes never entirely leaving Desmond.

“He’s young.”

Batman too was observing the boys’ interaction. He had his arms crossed over his chest, suggesting a relaxed posture, but his shoulders were tensed.

“I have questions about Abstergo, Desmond Miles. And about those you call Isu.”

Desmond sighed. He had wondered how long it would take Batman to actually figure out his identity. They had pretty much erased Desmond Miles, or any other alias he had used before Abstergo had captured him, from history. By all means, Desmond was a ghost. But apparently, even death couldn’t keep the world’s greatest detective away.

“Alright, Mr. Wayne,” Desmond replied. “But does that mean I can take a look at the Piece of Eden you keep at your manor in turn? I don’t want to criticize, but these things really shouldn’t be handled by someone without experience.”

Batman fell silent. On the rooftop next to them, Jason was shouting in joy while Robin performed his quadruple flip for him. He should watch that jump. It was common knowledge, at least for those interested in acrobatics, that not many people could perform it – Gotham’s resident prince Dick Grayson being by far the youngest person. It was even on his Wikipedia page.

“And you have that experience?”

Desmond tugged at his hoodie’s right sleeve, revealing his black glove first, and then his burned arm beneath. The golden circuitry was shining brightly in the dark. Once he stopped using eagle vision, it would return to a muted yellow you could mistake for tattoo ink.

“You’re standing in front of the world’s expert on these cursed artifacts.”

His smile was weary, but there was no point in lying. Ever since his death, Desmond had been able to feel these remains of Eden if he got close enough to them. They didn’t make him uncomfortable, but he could almost tell what each piece had been crafted for, and the thought of letting them lie around left to their own devices was fear-inspiring.

“We have much to discuss. I’ll contact you. Robin.”

Across, Robin perked up and moved from his handstand into a bridge and then into a stand. Batman waited just long enough for Robin to plunge into a print and jump over the gaps between the rooftops before he too leaped away into the alley on their right.

Jason wasn’t far behind Robin, crossing the space between houses without hesitating. Whatever Robin had demonstrated or told him, its effects were already showing.

“You done already?” Jason asked.

“Mhm. Why are you asking?”

Jason clicked his tongue and shot Desmond an annoyed look. “Nothin’s true. I should ask questions.”

“I taught you that sentence,” Desmond replied and began to walk into the direction of tonight’s second destination. He’d drop Jason back home on the way. Sure, the kid had seen much already, experienced too much for his age, but Desmond wasn’t going to take a ten-year-old to the Foxglove. Not even for information gathering. “And I’m sure it definitely had nothing to do with Robin.”

“Oh, c’ mon, D. It’s Robin. He’s the coolest. So you gotta tell me what you talked about ’cause he was gonna teach me how to do the neat flip.”

“I’m sure you’ll get another chance to learn from him. Batman just asked for some credentials.”

“Credentials? That can’t be everythin’. Come oooon, tell me. Tell me, tell me, please. You know I can do this all night and day.”

Desmond didn’t doubt him, he knew better. Jason’s presence at his side was proof of that.

“I know. You showed me that you had endurance and now you’ll learn patience.”

“What? You can’t be serious! Des- hey!”

Desmond chose that moment to jump from the balcony into the dumpster beneath. The smell of these containers really made him miss the haystacks of his ancestors.

“Patience, Novice,” Desmond repeated.

Batman would tell him soon enough when he wanted to meet up. You couldn’t shake off Batman once you had his attention.

(And true enough, he got an invitation to Wayne manor a week later. He didn’t dwell on the fact that Batman knew where he lived. It was only fair.)

[goldentemplariumcrow]

🛡️ For Dio?

Any trace of humanity Dionisus usually kept in his eyes disappeared after he had the less than pleasant experience of peeking into the memories of the man he was holding in place, he felt disgusted by all he saw and, even though part of him understood how all those things came to be, he couldn't swallow them as easily.

The man not only betrayed the Templar Order, he used of his position in it to act out of line and indulge in his sins... some way worse than others, as he liked to torture children and young teenagers, abuse them as much as he could and when there was no thrill in doing whatever he wanted to them, it was time to get rid of the "dolls" as the man called them. Disgusting!

That made the Blackcross agent's blood boil under his skin and the blade hidden under his sleeve silently slided out. He could open an exception for this situation, no one would miss the sucker. And it wasn't like they both didn't have a long list of names on their backs at this point, the only difference was that Dionisus was blinded by rage when he did his kills, while this guy was fully aware of it all.

Still... something pulled him back from the edge, a voice that had been by his side on occasion for the last few weeks as he tracked the Pieces of Eden that were auctioned by this traitor in the black market.

It's not worth it. Don't do it. Green Arrow repeated from behind him one more time as the man cried and pleaded for his life. Those words were almost a mantra at that point, because trying to take action could just as easily turn into a mistake for the blade was right against the man's throat.

"I have the authority to do this... this man knows it. He knew very well all he was doing. Not only when he robbed the vault... but when he abused and killed children too." Dionisus finally spoke to show that he had snapped back, then, relaxed his muscles and had the weapon recoil, followed by roughly pushing the man at the vigilante's direction. "... I should kill you, but Mr. Arrow here makes the rules. His city, his rules. Be glad for it... not that it'll help you much. Capital punishment still exists. It's only a matter of time."

Those were his last words before turning around toeave through the same window where he came from. He needed some fresh air and quiet to push all of that to the depths of his mind, maybe some fooling around for once in months, but certainly no more masks for the rest of the night... and a new set of gloves, since his left hand was exposed and so were the golden, glowing marks on it, both on the palm and over it.

@thegreenxrcher