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Teaser for upcoming chapter of Searching for Spector

‘Steven' picks up a box of plush hippos from the floor and steps out from behind the counter. He throws one more smile your way, but you've got your eyes on a brochure, appearing not to notice him leaving. From the corner of your eye, you watch him walk down the hall to a door. You decide it's best if you're gone before he returns, so after standing there for a few more heartbeats, you turn and walk out.

You spend a few days watching from rooftops and shadows before interacting with Marc/Steven again. On the third day of watching, you have his routine memorized. He leaves his apartment every morning between 7:30 and 7:45. He’s at work until 6:00 and makes his way back to the flat around 7:30 to 8:00. The lights go out in his flat around 10:00 and come back on throughout the night.

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This is absolutely amazing!! ❤️❤️

BABY SAID - MATT MURDOCK

Pairing: matt x reader

Word Count: 1,976

Summary (request): Hey, may I make a Matt x Reader request. Foggy wants to meet Matt's new girlfriend. Foggy and Karen are supposed to meet you at Josie's. (You and Matt have a little plan to annoy Foggy.) You arrive later than the others and walk past the trio, foggy notices you and flirts with you. The idea came to me with the quote // Matt Murdock : How would I even know she's a beautiful woman? Foggy Nelson : I don't know. It's kinda spooky, actually. But if there's a stunning woman with questionable character in the room, Matt Murdock's gonna find her, and Foggy Nelson is gonna suffer.

“Are you sure?” You asked from the car, phone to your ear as you leaned on your steering wheel. “What if they hate me?”

“They won’t hate you.” He laughed. “I’ll make sure they know it was my idea.”

“Yeah, what a great first impression. I look like that girl and you look like a two timer.. You really think they’ll believe you’re a cheater?”

“It’s not gonna be like that.” He laughed again. “I haven’t told them we’re together together. They think it’s just one dates here and there.”

“And you’re positive they’ll think it’s funny?”

“Yeah, probably.”

“Probably? Matt!” You whined.

“Sweetheart, I promise, it’ll be okay.”

“Fine.” You huffed and turned the key to shut off the car. “I’ll be in in a minute.”

You dropped your phone to your lap and pulled down your visor to check yourself in the mirror. You seemed put together enough. Hair looked good, makeup fresh. You sighed and slammed the visor up before grabbing your purse and exiting your vehicle. You chirped the alarm and dropped the keys in your purse as you headed into Josie’s.

You scanned the place and found Matt with who you assumed were his friends back at the pool table. You were meeting Matt’s friend for the first time and he had the brilliant idea that morning to pretend that you weren’t his girlfriend. He wanted you to come up and flirt with him to get a reaction from his friends before he would tell them anything. It sounded fun enough earlier, but as you sat at the bar, your stomach twisted into tight knots.

You were absolutely terrified that his friends wouldn’t find it funny. What if they thought you were a homewrecker? What if they didn’t want anything to do with you after that? Your anxious thoughts and tapping on the bar top came to a screeching halt when someone sat next to you.

“Hey.” He said kindly. You jumped slightly and turned your head so quick you thought you’d given yourself whiplash. You recognized him as Matt’s friend, Foggy.

“Hi.” You said carefully. “Any chance you know how to get a drink in this place? Bartender hasn’t even looked this way.” You tried with a nervous smile.

“Oh, yeah!” He grinned, happy to help. “What were you looking to get?”

“Something with bourbon.” You glanced around to find Matt turned towards you with a small smirk. “Probably a double.”

“Easy.” Foggy nodded before successfully waving down the bartender and ordering for you. “I’m Foggy, by the way.”

“Nice to meet you.” You smiled kindly as your drink came out. “You seem to know your way around here.”

“Me and my buddies come here all the time.. I'd introduce you but…”

“But?” Your brows raised in interest while you dipped your drink.

“You see that guy over there?” He pointed over your shoulder and you swiveled in your seat to see him point at Matt. “That’s Matt.”

“Why the glasses?” You feigned ignorance.

“He’s blind.”

“Is that why you won’t introduce me?”

“No.” He laughed awkwardly. “No, not at all. See, he has this thing where he just knows when a beautiful woman is around.”

“Ah.” You nodded and turned back to Foggy. “And you think that’d be a problem?”

“Yeah.” He laughed with a nod. “Definitely.”

“Oh c’mon.” You tried with a mischievous smile, the knots in your stomach now loosening due to the liquor. “I think it’d be fun.”

Foggy sighed slightly and ran a hand over his face. You pursed your lips slightly and gave a small lift to your brows to make your eyes a little bigger to silently plead for Foggy to let you. His head dropped as he muttered to himself before he excused himself with the promise of returning.

“This just got interesting.” You mumbled into your glass as you watched Foggy talk to Matt and Karen. He gestured over to you and you sent a small wave in return. When the conversation dragged on, you grabbed your drink and headed over to join them which caused them to aggressively shush each other.

“Please.” You smiled. “Don’t stop on my account.”

“Hi. I’m Karen.” Karen smiled and offered you a hand from the other side of the pool table.

“Nice to meet you.” You grinned and shook her hand. “How do you know these guys?”

“We work together.”

“Cool. What do they do?”

“Lawyers.” Matt spoke up and the smoothness of his voice made your stomach flip. “We actually have our own firm, Nelson and Murdock.”

“Oh, I think I’ve heard of you guys.” You said quickly, as if a sudden realization. “You do a lot of local work, right That’s pretty cool.”

“You think so?” Matt’s brows raised as he gave you a small smirk.

“Yeah, I always thought being a lawyer would be cool but I can’t argue without crying.” You shrugged. “Instead, I just do hobbies and be an EMT.”

“Like a paramedic?” Karen asked.

“On the way.” You nodded. “Few more courses and tests, probably about a year's worth of work, give or take.”

“That’s so cool!”

“Thanks. Are you a lawyer too?”

“Office manager.” She nodded.

“But she does some really great research and investigating.” Foggy chimed in proudly, pointing a finger at his friend. “Don’t sell yourself short, Page.”

She put her hands up in surrender and you both laughed.

“So Ms. EMT, gotta be pretty good with your hands then.” Matt teased and you pushed your tongue against your cheek to block the smile. “For dressing wounds and giving care. That kind of stuff.”

“Y’know, I’ve yet to have a complaint so I gotta be doing something right.” Your head tilted and he grinned. “And you? You a hot shot lawyer or does your friend do it better?”

Matt chuckled slightly and wagged a finger at you before turning away to get his drink from the table. You blew out a small breath of relief before leaning against the pool table, sipping your own drink again. Foggy came up beside you in the meantime.

“Sorry about him.” He said nervously and you saw Matt turn back with an offended expression. You used your free hand to cover your mouth in an effort to hide your smile. “Told you, sixth sense.”

“I’ll take it as a compliment… I think?” You joked and Foggy laughed. “It’s really okay. He seems nice.”

“That’s how it starts.” Foggy sighed. “Next thing you know, he’s smooth taking you back to his apartment.”

“I’ll be careful.” You nodded. “Are you as smooth as him?”

“Lucky for you, I taught him everything he knows.” Foggy grinned. “He’s like my padawan and I’m his Yoda.”

“Jedis.” Your brows raised in interest and Foggy laughed. “I would’ve guessed that one was a sith.” You whispered as if a secret.

“Well he’s Catholic so..”

“Ah.” You nodded. “A vanilla jedi then.”

Foggy laughed and you took a glance at Matt, who was trying to keep his smirk back while crossing his arms over his chest. You tipped your drink towards him as a toast and you saw the way his body language shifted, accepting the challenge you unintentionally laid out.

“Hey, can I steal her for a second?” Karen said, suddenly at your side. “It’s just, there’s some makeup on the collar of her shirt.”

“Oh shit. Really?” You jumped up quickly and set down your drink, tugging your shirt to try and see what she meant.

“Don’t worry, it happens to me all the time. I can help.”

“Thank you.” You sighed and let her pull you into the restroom.

You leaned into the mirror but couldn’t find anything on your shirt. You turned back to Karen in confusion but she was wringing her hands.

“Everything okay?” You asked carefully. “I get the feeling the makeup thing was just a clever excuse.”

“Yeah, no, you’re fine. You look great.” She smiled quickly.

“Thanks… So what’s wrong?”

“Well… I think Matt has a girlfriend.”

“Oh..”

“He hasn’t said anything officially but he’s been on a few dates with her and just has this look after he talks to her on the phone, y’know. Anyways, um, I just… He’s charming, sure, but…”

“Right.” You nodded. “I totally understand. I didn’t mean to overstep. I was just going off what he was doing… Thanks for telling me.”

She nodded quickly before following you back to the boys. You liked that Karen stood up for your unconfirmed relationship. It really showed you could trust her. 

“… Matt Murdock’s gonna find her. And Foggy Nelson’s gonna suffer.” Foggy ranted, not noticing you two had returned. “Besides, what about that girl you’re always calling?”

“Sounds like someone’s committed.” You announced, getting both boys’ attention. “If that’s how you talk to me, I can only imagine how you talk to your special lady friend.”

“I bet you’ll have fun with that thought.” Matt countered smoothly and you flattened your palms against the side of the pool table. His brows raised and he mimicked your stance.

“What would she have to say about that?”

“You’d be surprised.”

“Okay, guys, maybe we-“ Karen tried before looking to Foggy for help while trying to pull you back.

“Dude!” Foggy urged and smacked his friend’s arm. “What are you doing?”

“I’d tone it down, Murdock.” You warned as you reached across for your drink before you straightened. “You’re not being a very good Catholic. Isn’t adultery a sin?”

“Dear God.” Matt mumbled and stood tall, backing away a few steps.

“So, Foggy.” You said when the silence got thick. “How’d you two meet?”

“We met in college. He was my roommate.” Foggy explained, patting his friend on the back. “It’s like we were soulmates.”

“Sounds like your girl’s got some competition.” You laughed. “Does she know how deep this bromance goes?”

“I’d hope so.” Foggy nodded with a small shrug. “But we won’t know till he makes a move.”

“She’s a lucky girl.” You said honestly. “With a guy like that and new friends like you two… What else could a girl want?”

“Y’know, you’re more than welcome to keep joining us.” Foggy offered.

“Yeah, I’d love to be friends.” You grinned and Matt smiled proudly.

After a little while of conversation, the boys were drinking more than you and Karen were. You laughed as Foggy stumbled to the jukebox and sent up five songs that he “just had to dance to”. He grabbed Karen’s hand, which left Matt to come and get yours.

“You like dancing?” He said quietly in your ear as he pulled you against his chest.

“With the right partner.” You answered with the same tone. “I like your friends. Karen’s a real girl’s girl and Foggy’s real nice.”

“Yeah, I think they like you too.”

“And I like how they seem to already know that you’re taken without you saying it.” You smiled and he blushed slightly.  “Are you gonna say it?”

“That you’re my girlfriend?” His brows raised and you hummed in agreement. “I’d scream it from the rooftops if you wanted me to.”

“You would not.” You giggled.

“Mhmm. And if someone asked why, I’d tell them because my baby said so.”

“Your baby?” Foggy asked loudly and his sudden appearance made you jump. “This is the girl?” He nearly yelled.

“Hi.” You waved awkwardly.

“So wait.” Karen laughed slightly. “All that flirting was on purpose?”

“Yeah… But I appreciate you pulling me aside before.” You said honestly.

“Ohmygod?” Foggy continued. “I almost flirted with your girlfriend.” He whispered loudly to Matt.

“Almost?” You questioned with a laugh.

“Here to break it to you, buddy.” Matt deadpanned before breaking into a laugh. “It’s fine. We planned for that.”

“WHAT!?” Foggy yelled and you laughed again.

You were fully confident that you had a good group around you now. 

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Sorry it’s taking forever to post things. I promise I’m not forgetting about any series or anything like that. I work 12 hours a day and then also try to balance a life outside of work too and it’s a lot harder than I thought it would be. 😢

I’ll get started on the next part of Searching for Spector and hopefully get that out within the next few weeks. Please stay with me guys and don’t jump ship.

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Pt 3: if only you knew

An Unfortunate Incident

word count: 5k

warnings: major violence, adult language, and angst

A/N: Ok sooooo. Thank everyone for all your support!! It means the world. Also I want to explain my inspiration for our main girl. I want her to be a bit darker than the other vigilantes. Someone that’s similar to Red Hoods vibe. I like to imagine her outfit similar to Azrael’s in AK, just without the full mask. I changed the name to Vulture instead of Phoenix because I felt like Phoenix was a little too cliche. As always please give feedback and love you guys!

Blinking a few times, you take in your surroundings. You’re on a cot in Panessa Studios. There’s a tightness in your side that tells you they stitched you up. Pushing yourself up on your elbows, you look around. There are other cells identical to the one you’re in, with people in them.

“Great, you’re up,” Tim pops into view, donned in his Robin suit. “Batman told me not to let you out.”

You look at him, opening your mouth to argue when he cuts you off. “Lucky for you, I know he needs help out there. You’re free to go, that is, if you’re feeling like it. I know it can be scary to get back out the–”

“This isn’t my first time getting my ass beat,” you remind him, “but that did sound like it was going to be a great pep talk, though.”

Placing your feet on the floor, you begin to stand. Your body aches from the beatings, and you can feel the itchiness of the stitching as you walk to the door. The door slides open to allow you out, and you finally see the other people in the cells.

Looking at them, you see they all have pale skin and green hair, and even their mouths look slightly deformed to an upturned smile. While you’re staring, they all begin to yell and taunt you. Seeing the confused look on your features, Tim quickly explains who they are and why they’re locked in the cells.

Turning away from the people, you begin walking toward the elevator. “How long was I out for?”

“Couple hours. It’s gotten worse out there.”

“Has Bats asked for any help?”

“If he has, he hasn’t asked me.” He frowns like a disappointed kid.

And as you stare at him, you remember that he is just a kid. He’s barely older than Jason was when he became Robin. Your heart clenches at the thought of Tim possibly meeting the same fate as Jason.

“Don’t take it personally. He’s just looking out for you in his own way.” You grab his shoulder and squeeze it. He smiles back.

He calls out to you as you get on the elevator to go up.

“Kick some ass for me!”

As you leave the studio, your ears are filled with static before a voice emerges.

“Hello, Miss, I wanted to let you know your suit is complete. I have the Batwing sending it, along with new devices for you. I hope it is to your liking.” Lucius sounds pleased with himself.

“Thank you, Lucius.” The Batwing comes around the corner, and you watch in awe as the pod rockets down, slamming into the ground.

It opens with a loud hiss. Inside, the light reveals a two-piece suit. The dark green and black colors contrast against the bright white light. Putting it on, you instantly notice the reinforced fabric and the extra padded areas. Lucius had included details you hadn’t even thought of, like attaching a cape to the hood of your top and new boots. You take a moment to get used to the new suit and place your new gadgets and weapons on so they adorn every inch of your body.

Pressing on your comms, you call out to Oracle, but there’s nothing. A chill runs down your spine. That’s unlike Barbara. You try again, but there’s still nothing. As a final attempt, you use the tempad on your wrist to call her but receive the same response - silence. Shooting out the grappling hook, you feel the tug as it latches onto the next building. With your legs moving at top speed, you leap from building to building, feeling the wind rush against your face.

The moment you get closer to the Clock Tower, the reverberating sound of multiple shots fills the air, echoing from the Batmobile and the militia tanks. The Tower itself has an overwhelming amount of militia presence. Jumping down, you make quick work of taking them out. Taking your chain whip, you wrap one end around your left hand and use your right to swing and deliver blows. Utilizing the chain, you swiftly neutralize several men, effortlessly reeling in the remaining ones and defeating them with your hands.

There’s a quick, almost too fast black mass out of the corner of your eye. As you glance in that direction, you notice Batman has entered the fray; his powerful presence gains the attention of the men. Most of them leave you to go deal with him. You and Bruce do good at avoiding each other, until the last second of the fight.

There’s only one man left, and you punch into his core as many times as possible, forcing him to move backward and toward Batman. Sweeping out his feet, you kick him back, letting Bruce deal the final hit that puts the guy to sleep.

The robotic voice of Arkham Knight comes over the comms of the fallen militia men. “I’m impressed. But your tricks don’t stay new for long, Batman. I see you’ve added another person that you’ll get killed.”

Your eyes widen as you look at Bruce. He looks back at you before grappling at the top of the Tower. You’re right after him.

You both land in the room, and while looking around, you notice only one thing out of the ordinary. There’s no sign of a struggle, just an empty turned-over wheelchair that lays in the middle of the floor.

“What the hell happened?” Bruce ignores your question. Turning to see what he’s doing, you notice a glossy look in his eyes as he stares at the wheelchair. Strange. He still doesn’t respond or acknowledge you’re there, even after you call his name multiple times. He finally snaps out of his daze and places the wheelchair back upright.

The elevator dings open to show Commissioner Gordon. As he enters the room, you push yourself into the shadows, hoping to become a fly on the wall as you watch what unfolds.

Jim’s foot lands on a picture frame of him and Barbara. While he kneels, he lightly runs his fingers across it. Bruce speaks up, “This isn’t your fault, Jim.”

“Of course it is. Crane’s done this to get to me. I should have been here.”

Your heart breaks as you watch him blame himself.

“There’s something I need to show you.” Bruce turns, walking to the retina scanner.

Jim stands back to full height, following him. “We haven’t got time. She’s not like us,” Jim frets.

“Batman?” You question him, making sure he wants to do this. He doesn’t seem to care about the consequences.

As the machine whirls to life, the room soon converts into Oracle’s domain. And before you can say another word, he reveals the secret that Barbara fought so hard to keep from her father. You watch as Jim digests what's happening, his eyes darting back and forth between the room and Batman. You know it’s clicked when his face goes from sadness to anger.

“She’s strong, Jim, stronger than you realize.”

Not only do you see the anger, but you can feel the anger radiating off of Jim as he turns back to Batman.

“She works for you?” He scoffs as he shakes his head, walking toward the elevator. “This is all your fault.”

“I will find her,” Batman’s stern voice was an unspoken promise.

You stare in surprise as Jim punches him. Batman takes the punch unfazed.

“She’s my family! MY DAUGHTER! She’s all I’ve got.” He gets on the elevator, turns around, and tells Bruce, “I never should have trusted you. Never!” His face was full of pain and betrayal as he threw down his communicator.

“I’ll do this on my own. Stay away from my family.” His voice wavers a little but remains stern. He slams shut the elevator door and leaves.

Once the elevator is gone, you turn back to Bruce, “What’s our next step? How do we plan on finding Barbara?”

“I’ll hack the municipal CCTV system. I should be able to monitor all access points in the building.” He filters through the footage from the last few hours.

“There!” You watch as two militia vehicles pull up. The Arkham Knight hops out of one, enters the Tower, and soon returns with what looks like an unconscious Barbara. He puts her in the back of the car and takes off with her.

“I’ll be able to program the Batmobile to track the tires, their AmerTek D60s.”

“Great, I’ll come with you.”

“No, you need to be out on the streets. There are militia checkpoints and riots that you can help with.”

“I don’t work for you, Bruce,” you remind him. “I’m in this for Barbara, and the best way for me to help is to get her back.”

“There’s no time to argue. If you want Barbara back faster, you’ll listen to me and stay back.” He insisted.

“You better find her.” You sneer at him,

You’re out of the tower, watching the streets from above. You can’t stop yourself from seething with rage towards Bruce. Who does he think he is to tell you what to do? And who are you to listen? You hate that you’re not helping find Barbara; you hate that you’re stuck doing busy work.

A flashing light catches your eye, causing you to turn and see Bat Burger in the distance. You and Jason had gone there before everything, and you wish your smile were genuine, but instead, a bittersweet feeling washes over you. Your smile is one of self-pity. Your last moments with each other were marked by faces red with anger, furrowed brows, and tear-filled eyes as you desperately pleaded for him to listen. Closing your eyes, you think back to that night.

There’s snow covering the ground, Jason’s complaining about Bruce treating him like a kid, and you just listen as you stare up at him while waiting in line to order.

You grab your food and sit in a secluded booth, far from the bustling crowd.

“I’m not a kid. I haven’t been one for a long time. He treats me like I’m still in the learning phase. Like, I haven’t been with him for almost two years! You know, after Dick had been with him for two years, he had joined the Titans!” He takes a massive bite of the burger in his hands, and with his mouth full of food, he speaks again. “I’m going to show him. Hell, I’ll go after Joker if it shows him to take me seriously.”

You giggle at him, “Yeah, great idea, Jay. I’ll take down Croc while we’re at it.” You look up from your meal when you don’t hear him laugh.

“I’m not kidding,” he had a stern look on his face.

“Are you sure it’s a good idea?” He stops mid-chew to look at you like you’re crazy.

“Look, Jay, I know how hard it is to deal with Bruce, but don’t you think that’s a little too much?” You shrug, trying to ease the uncomfortableness that’s fallen over the table.

“Actually, you don’t know how hard it is to deal with Bruce.” Great, you think. He’s putting up a wall. “You don’t think I can do it?” he accuses you.

“It’s not that, just…maybe wait a little longer.”

He scoffs, “I could do it. I could take any of them.”

“I’m sure you could, but wouldn’t it be better if you didn’t risk it? Wouldn’t it be better if you could confidently take them down in a couple of years?”

“The only ones not confident in me are you and Bruce.”

“Don’t lump me in with him. I just think there are other ways to show him you’re ready to move on from being the dynamic duo.”

“None of that will be as effective as this. If I show him, I can hold my own. He won’t be able to ignore it.” Jason’s being stubborn as always, and usually, you love that about him, but right now, it’s adding to your aggravation.

“Unless you get killed!” You toss your hands up, trying to make your point more clearly.

“I can’t believe this. You’re supposed to support me. Why don’t you see that I can do this?” His eyebrows furrow, his face getting slightly flushed as he grows angrier.

“Jason, it’s a stupid idea! There’s such a high chance of you getting injured or, worse, killed! Why do you not care about that?”

“I bet if Dick had told you this, you’d bat your eyelashes and tell him he’s so brave.” He jeered. Your eyes soften slightly, knowing how he constantly compares himself to others. He had a wicked jealous streak, not to mention his fear of not being good enough. You know he wants to impress Bruce, to show that he was better than Dick, that he was the best yet.

“Don’t be an ass, Jay. I’m trying to look out for you.”

“I don’t need you to look out for me. I can do that myself.” He stands from the table, and you lunge up after him. Following him outside.

“Just forget I said anything. No one trusts me. No one believes in me. I’m just Jason, the poor alley kid Bruce Wayne so generously took in. I’m just the second Robin, constantly compared to Boy Wonder.” He whips around to face you. “I’m so fucking tired of it! I want to be seen for who I am, not for where I came from. No one has faith in me, but I’ll prove it. I’ll show all of you that you’re wrong.”

You step back from him, your face twisting as you empathize with me. He notices immediately, and his anger just furthers.

“Don’t you fucking dare look at me like that. I don’t need your pity. I don’t need anything from you.” He turns back around and begins stalking toward the nearest alley. You chase after him, the cold air nipping at your burning face.

You feel your eyes welling up with tears but refuse to cry, “Jason, wait, please!”

His pace doesn’t decline. “Jay, I just want to keep you here for as long as possible! I don’t care about where you come from or who’s been here before you! I just care that you’re still here! You can’t do this.” You finally catch up and grab his arm.

Turning quickly, he grabs your arm and shoves you off him. His eyes are full of fire, and they’re glossy with tears. “Nothing you say can stop me. I was just hoping you’d be different and that you’d understand. I hoped you’d be a good friend and at least lie, but you didn’t because you’re just like them.”

“Please don’t do anything stupid, please, Jason.” You grab at him again, but he dodges your hand. You feel the tears overflowing, and your throat gets tight as your nose burns.

“Jason, please, just listen to me. Just think about this. Please don’t, Jason.” The tears have started to fall as you beg him.

The tears that roll down your face feel like knives slicing him open. He has to turn away. He can’t stand to see you cry, especially since he caused it. He doesn’t respond to your pleas as he makes his way up and out of the alley.

A huge booming noise towards Miagani pulls you back to the present. You can hear multiple rapid shots exchanged between tanks and the Batmobile. Pressing a button on the tempad on your wrist, you hear the low rumble of your motorcycle nearby. You jump off the building and press the button again. From around the corner, your bike appears. Positioning yourself on the bike, you grip the handlebars tightly, feeling the engine's vibration reverberate through your hands as you accelerate towards triple-digit speeds, racing towards Miagani Island.

Arriving at the scene, it is obvious you’re too late. Destroyed tanks fill the area, with some still burning. The thought of following Bruce crosses your mind, but it quickly vanishes once you see the tunnel. You’re very intrigued by the tunnel. The pull is irresistible, like a pirate under the spell of a siren's song.

As you slowly roll down, you’re stunned at the realization that there had been a massive militia presence under your feet this entire time. Your eyes dart from one direction to another, constantly scanning your surroundings. Despite the appearance of a complete evacuation, you remain on high alert, not lowering your guard. The tunnel opening fades from sight, leaving you with a pounding heart and a sense of unease. As you venture deeper, an unsettling feeling of being watched washes over you. You just blame it on nerves.

There’s a room on the left side of the tunnel. You wonder if there’s anything in there that could help find Barbara. You position your bike nearby in case you need a quick getaway. Walking around, you examine every piece of paper, nook, and cranny. Luckily, your search isn’t wholly void; you find some Batarangs.

As you stand from picking up the Batarangs, the feeling of being watched is so strong you quickly whip around to look at the door. Your blood runs cold as you come face to face with the Arkham Knight.

“It must be my lucky night, getting two of you little heroes in a row. Even better is that you brought yourself to me.” His modulated voice adds to echoes around the room.

Without meaning to, you’ve taken a step back. Arkham Knight matches by stepping forward.

“If we’re going to fight, let’s get on with it.” What sounds like a laugh comes through his helmet before he lunges at you.

His fist met your body quick and hard. Blocking as many as you could, you landed some of your own. Each punch from you lands with a resounding thud against his combat suit. You're doing well until he grips your shoulders, forcefully slamming you against his knee. The impact of his knee against your stitched-up side sends a lightning bolt of pain all over. As the pain rattles your body, you crumble to the ground, feeling the hard surface beneath you. His towering body seemed even more looming as he stared down at you.

He straddles your body, not even flinching as you thrash and punch him. He tightly grips your neck, his hands constricting like a vise. You know you’re going to be bruised. As he tries to suffocate you, you swiftly wrap your legs around his waist, desperately seeking leverage. You attempt to gain an advantage by extending your arms as far as possible, pushing against the front of his helmet, and contorting your body to move his head back. His grip on your neck relaxes ever so lightly as you twist his neck further to the side.

With his grip still on your neck, you brace your arms in a triangle-like shape under his. Slamming them against his, you break out of the lock he has on you. Following it with a kick to his chest. The impact is jarring, sending a shockwave of sensation up your legs. With a backward roll, he allows you to rise to your feet. When you turn to face him, you see the Knight back on his feet, ready for another round. Both of you stand there, eyes locked, the tension palpable. He waits for you to bolt out the door as you wait for him to lunge at you.

He jerks his head at the doorway, “Go ahead, run.” Even through the voice disruptor, you can hear the smirk he’s wearing.

You break the stand-off by slinging the batarangs at him. They take him by surprise, and he instinctively swipes at them in self-defense, giving you time to run towards your bike. You hear his footsteps thudding behind you as you approach your bike. Before you can swing your leg to get on, you’re being picked up and slammed down onto the dirt. Your brain rattles in your skull from the force, and you go blind with rage.

Going ballistic, you start punching and you don’t stop. Even as he blocks, you keep going, sidestepping his fist and his legs as he attempts to kick. You circle him so fast that he gets dizzy. Ducking down, you strike his midsection with jabs, then deliver an uppercut to his metal head. In a twisting motion, you aim to deliver a roundhouse kick, but he successfully catches your ankle as your foot comes close to him. You support him by propelling yourself towards him.

He wobbles backward. You entwine your legs around his waist and thrust yourself towards his center of mass. He falls to the dirt with a thud. Your strength doesn’t waver, not even when you’re on top. Straddling him, you slam the front of his helmet with both hands. Despite repeating the process, the glass remains unbreakable. Yanking out one of your blades, you aim for his unarmoured neck. Just before the blade hits, he grabs your arms only centimeters away.

“I wonder how Batman will feel about this murder attempt?” He taunts you.

Determined to get the blade through his neck, you push as hard as you can. “I wonder how it’ll feel when I slice through your vocal cords.” You snarl back at him.

He chuckles, pretending he doesn’t feel the blade against his Adam’s apple.

You lean forward, using your body weight to press the blade down. It backfires and allows him to ram his helmet against your forehead. After you tumble off of you, you attempt to crawl toward your bike. The black spots in your vision make it almost impossible to see it.

Arkham Knight stands there, watching as you crawl to your motorcycle. He almost for half a second feels for you. For half a second, he thinks back to when he was Robin. He thinks of that little boy so full of red-hot rage, so stubborn to prove himself. He sees Jason Todd in you. Soon, images of himself crawling away from Joker derail his mind. The asylum’s grimy, moldy floors squeak as he moves away from Joker. The new Robin suit being caked with blood and the massive headache he had all the time.

He can’t breathe. He hates watching you crawl. He hates seeing you. He hates Batman. He wants him to pay, to feel how he feels. He needs to send a message.

He stalks over to you, and once he’s close enough, he kicks you in the side so hard you flip over. He places his boot on your chest, applying enough pressure to make you wheeze.

“Don’t blame me for this. Blame Batman. He wasn’t here to protect you. He left you all alone.” He says it like he’s pitying you. No teasing or taunting, just pity.

He takes a small gun and aims it at your chest. You double-click the button on your tempad that alerts your bike to come to your location. It roars to life and charges in your direction. The speed of the bike causes his instincts to kick in, and he swiftly leaps aside. With lightning speed, you mount the bike and zip away. As you emerge from the tunnel, the sight of the Gotham streets greets you, and in that moment, a wave of relief washes over you.

Standing there, the Knight watches you disappear into the distance, the sound of the motorcycle reverberating off the walls. He raises the gun, his finger hovering over the trigger, but then abruptly lowers it, a moment of hesitation flashing in his eyes. He’ll wait until the perfect moment. He wants Batman to witness your death. Nothing and no one is safe from the Arkham Knight, and he’s going to make sure that Bruce knows that.

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Pt 2: if only you knew

The Start of a Long Night

prologue and part one and part three!

word count: 4k

warnings: major violence, adult language, and angst

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The entire night was one fight after another. You couldn’t remember the last time you stood still. The multiple close encounters and being thrown around had caused your outfit to tear, not to mention the grime that had accumulated was making you feel ten times heavier. Watching the last guy fall to the ground, you thought about how he must have been the twentieth guy you had fought.

You notice that Gotham is gradually getting brighter. The downpour had turned into a drizzle as you made your way towards the clock tower. Keeping off the street and using the roofs of Gotham for travel. Once at the clock tower, you looked around, ensuring no one had followed before allowing the entrance to open.

Bright light filled the room as Barbara used the computer. Surveillance footage and maps are pulled up. Hearing the door close, Barbara began speaking.

“Morning sunshine. How’s it going out there?” You almost missed her question. Her voice was so soft compared to the abrasive noises you had been around all night.

When you hesitate to respond, she turns to you. Her eyes take your appearance in. “God, you look rough.” Her face scrunches up as she notices the bloody splashes on your skin.

“Thanks, Barb.” The couch squeaks as you flop onto it. Your head instinctually goes back as your eyes shut, enjoying the brief moment of rest.

“Can I ask for a favor? I need an update on tech. My radio shit the bed halfway through the night.”

“You could call Lucius. Surely he’s got something that’ll help.”

Puffing air out through your nose, you object, “And have Bruce get wind of it?”

“He already knows you’re out there fighting. What’s wrong with him knowing you’re being safe about it?”

“It makes the risk of us running into each other much higher. I’d rather just avoid that altogether.”

“You’re going to have to see him, eventually. He cares about you, you know.”

“Yeah, I’m sure in his own emotionally constipated way he does.”

There’s a silence that falls over the room. Neither of you cares to break it. Having no strength to fight back, you let the silence pull you into sleep as your eyes grow heavy.

Jolting awake, you take in your surroundings. There’s sunlight coming through the small gaps in the shutters and Barbara is back at the computer. Groaning as you rub your face, you feel extra gross now that everything has dried.

“I decided to be nice and let you have my old stuff.” She tosses a thick smartphone-looking device and an earpiece at you.

“These are long-range devices. The comm has multiple lines you can connect to. I programmed mine, Tim’s, Bruce’s, and Dick’s, that way you’re not alone out there.”

“Thank you, this is amazing.” Getting quickly accustomed to the device before you head out to go to your apartment before nightfall.

“I’ll keep in touch tonight. It might help to have an extra pair of eyes on me.” You lean down to hug her. She smiles and hugs you back.

“Hopefully, things will go back to normal soon.”

You both know it won’t, you don’t think there’s going to be a normal Gotham after this. It seems too unreachable to even hope for.

When you finally get home, you dedicate an hour to taking a much-needed shower. After the shower, you gather your sewing materials and take a proper look at your clothes.

The outer layer is scuffed while the mesh sides are sliced through. You stand in your living room deciding whether to settle for a makeshift look for tonight or dedicate the time to fixing the clothes. You’re about to just say fuck it and not worry about it until you remember the kevlar fabric Dick had dropped off. You run to grab it from the drawer in your bathroom. Settling on just reinforcing the holes with kevlar, for added protection.

After running it through the sewing machine you’re happy with the outcome. You shimmy into the clothes, moving in different ways to get the somewhat tight underlayer over your body. Reloading your gear, and pulling the hood over your head, you leave your apartment as Gotham is being covered in shadows again.

You flip on the your transmitter and wait to hear where you’re needed the most. Sitting down with your legs hanging over the roof's edge, you look out onto the streets below. It would usually be a pretty sight, Gotham being lit by all the neon signs. But observing the riots unfolding below, on the empty streets, illuminated only by flickering neon signs and the occasional car fires, only added to your unease. The absence of people served as a haunting reminder of the chaos and destruction that had taken over the city.

Before you jump down, a low rumbling makes you pause. As the sound reverberates through the air, you turn your gaze in its direction, your eyes widening in disbelief. A massive, fully armored car comes barreling around the corner, its plated exterior gleaming under the neon lights. The men on the road barely have time to clear out of its path. It makes no attempt at stopping; it continues barreling down the street toward Chinatown. As it disappears from your view, the unmistakable sound of the Batmobile's engine reaches your ears, and in the blink of an eye, it speeds off toward the military car.

Guess I’m using the bike tonight.

“Vulture, you have to see this,” Oracle’s voice comes in over the comm.

“If it’s basically a tank on the streets of Gotham, I’m aware of it.”

“Yes, that, but there are actual tanks in Gotham. I’m tracking several transport helicopters. Gotham is about to be flooded with them. Batman could use the help.”

“Not sure I’m much help against tanks, Oracle.”

“Maybe if you talked to Lucius, you would be.”

She closes the line before you have time to say anything back.

Pulling up your mask to cover the bottom of your face before saddling up on your bike. You give a quick twist to the throttle, revving the engine of the bike. The powerful roar fills the air as you speed through the dark streets of Gotham. The men quickly dispersed as the bike zoomed past, leaving an empty space in its wake.

You spend your time following cop cars that are being chased by thugs in vehicles and stopping momentarily to stop the bigger groups of armed men.

As you drive, the number of cars similar to the ones Bruce was following earlier increases, and you start to spot men in full body armor.

Stopping near Bristol, you hide your bike and quickly make your way to a high vantage point. You watch as a group of men set up what can only be described as a checkpoint. There are crates full of guns and they put up walls that cover them from street view.

Oracle’s voice causes you to jump as she begins talking over the comms.

“Something’s happened at ACE Chemicals. There’s a new character, he goes by the name Arkham Knight. Be on the lookout for any militia.”

“Funny you would mention it. I’m looking at what appears to be a checkpoint full of militia.”

“Don’t engage. They are very organized and heavily armed. That Arkham Knight guy put them through a lot of training.”

“I can’t just let them set up a checkpoint. I’ll swoop in and check it out. If I start getting my ass handed to me, then I’ll dip.”

Barbara sighs, knowing she’s just pleading with a brick wall.

“You get out of there at the slightest hint that you’re losing.”

“You got it!”

You take a few moments to think of how you’re going to approach the fight. After watching them, you finally see a blind spot. Getting back down on the street, you run over to the right wall of the checkpoint. You give it a minute and then you hop over. There’s a crate to your left, you roll behind it as you listen to hear footsteps. Soon enough, one officer walks by the grate. Lunging forward, you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling as tight as you can. He falters from the lack of oxygen, but he’s taking too long. You need to get back to hiding before the others notice. Pulling out a baton, you hit the side of his head with just enough force to knock him out.

Laying his body behind the crate, you wait for another one to walk by. You repeat the same process to the second guy. Unfortunately for you, the others notice the disappearance of their coworkers.

Taking a chance, you stick your head out of your hiding spot. Not noticing anyone, you start your crawl toward another box, that’s in the center of the floor.

You feel your body being lifted off the floor before you even see the person. Then you’re being flipped around and brought down onto the floor which has you almost blacking out. You wheeze as your lungs collapse from the air that’s being forced out of them. Your eyes involuntarily shut as you try to regain your breath.

As you’re finally able to open your eyes, they widen at the sight of a massive metal boot coming toward your windpipe. By pushing your body up at an angle, you narrowly avoid getting hit by the boot. Jumping to your feet, you create space by taking a few steps back from the two men.

“We were told to look out for Batman. Didn’t realize we’d have some wannabe.”

Faking a laugh, you take out your rope and throw it over the bigger man, yanking on it gets him to stumble but he stays upright. Sprinting at him, you use his shoulder as leverage to wrap your legs around his waist. Using all your weight, you toss yourself back and pull the rope, causing him to fall. Flipping around at the last second, you let him break the fall. Making quick work with the ropes around his legs, you tie him up.

Before you get too far into tying the man up, you hear footsteps behind you. Turning to look you find that there’s a metal pipe headed directly at your face. Using your arm to shield your face, you grab the pipe from the man. Taking the pipe out of his hands, you stand at full height. Flipping the makeshift bat in your hands you start using every ounce of strength to swing it back and forth. You feel the bat make contact multiple times, and the man groans with each hit. A blow to his knee causes him to crumble over. Not stopping there, you hit him in the stomach, causing him to curl in on himself. You remember that there had been another man, glancing over your shoulder, he’s gone.

Shit.

You crack the pipe down on the man’s head twice. He stops moving, but you can see his chest still rising. Turning around, you’re met with the sound of a gunshot.

As you look ahead, you see the man you failed to tie up, his figure casting a long shadow over you. Upon impact, the bullet bounces off your body, tumbling to the ground. Smirking at the guy as you start walking towards him. He smirks in response and proceeds to fire the weapon in rapid succession; the sound echoing through the air.

Pulling out your baton again, you chuck it at the wall behind the guy. It bounces off the wall and slams into his back. He lowers the gun for just long enough for you to run towards him. You grab his wrist and forcefully strike your palm against the joint of his elbow. It cracks loudly as the bone shatters. The gun falls and so does the man. You deliver a kick to his head, and he falls, unmoving.

Taking a look around, you attempt to find what’s keeping the walls up, then you hear the soft beeping. Following the noise, you’re able to find the remote, taking it off the man, you place it on the ground and crush it with your baton. The walls fall and you’re able to see the street again.

There are multiple tanks in front of you. It doesn’t seem like they notice you as they drive on by, but you don’t want to risk it. You leap behind the little wooden crate on the floor.

“I found those tanks you were talking about. I just saw multiple driving together in a line.”

“Did they see you?”

“I’m talking to you aren’t I?”

Oracle lets out a small laugh, “True.”

“The checkpoint is destroyed. I took some damage to my suit, but it’s still intact.”

“Hmm, good work.”

“Thanks. I’m going to stick to the rooftops. I don’t think my bike would hold up against those tanks.”

“Stay safe, I’ll keep in touch.”

Running across the street you get on top of the building. You begin to make your way around Gotham by leaping from one building to another.

Incoming call

Incoming call

You’re about to jump when the call disrupts you.

“Hello?”

“Good evening, It’s Lucius. I was told that you need a new suit, are you able to stop by Wayne Tower? I’ll need measurements before I can start with any updates.”

“Uh, I don’t really need anything. I appreciate–”

“Mr. Wayne said that you would try to resist the help. I’ll have the Batwing pick you up. Please stay in your current location.”

“Uh, thanks?”

“Hey quick question, how the hell did Lucius get my com line?”

“Oh uh….I let Bman know you were out there fighting with handed-down equipment. He didn’t like that idea so he reached out to Lucius.”

You groan, “Oracle-”

“I know you didn’t want him to know or to help, but take it as him trying to rebuild the bridge.”

The line once again closes before you can say anything back.

You stare off into the distance.

Over the years you have heard all of Dick’s thoughts. All the good and bad ones. How sometimes it’s the best thing in the world and then the next minute you want to pull your hair out.

There’s something in you that can’t imagine working with Bruce. There’s still a part of you that blames Bruce for what happened. There’s still that part that seethes with anger when you think about how nothing was done after what Joker did. You won't betray Jason like that.

Even after all this time, the grief and the guilt still consume you. You can still see his youthful face, that the life of a kid on the streets of Gotham had already hardened. You wonder what he would look like now. You’re pulled out of your thoughts by the noise of the Batwing circling around.

As you arrive at Wayne Tower, more memories of you and Jason flood your mind. How the two of you used to do homework together, and how you two would pester Bruce while he tried to do his work. Every place you two had been to held a bittersweet spot in your heart.

Standing at the end of the hall is Lucius. He smiles warmly at you as you get closer.

“Hello, miss. I'm glad you were able to make it. Please come in, let’s get started right away.” He holds the door open for you.

Inside the room are multiple measuring tapes, fabrics, and weapon holsters. He begins with taking your measurements and asking what you have in mind for your suit.

“It’s crucial that not only are you recognized as your own person but that you’re also well protected.” His voice helps ease you a little. For just a few minutes you’re able to forget everything going on outside the tower.

He goes over your fighting style if you’re more acrobatic like Nightwing or more of a heavy hitter like the second Robin. The mention of Jason makes your heart sink.

“I guess I’m somewhere in between the two.”

“Very well, is there a specific color in mind?”

“I guess dark green if you can, black is fine as well.” He nods and picks up the book with all the measurements.

“It’ll only take me a few hours to get it all put together. I’ll let you know when it’s done.”

“Thank you, Lucius. I appreciate your time.” He smiles back at you.

The peaceful feeling you had earlier was instantly shattered as you emerged onto the chaotic streets of Gotham. Everywhere you looked, clusters of armed men patrolled the streets, their presence adding an air of tension. As you glance around, you spot another checkpoint situated high above on a nearby building.

As you leap onto the roof, a rush of adrenaline courses through you. You take into account how many more men there are compared to the last checkpoint. You hesitate for a minute, maybe you should leave this for Bruce. But you’re too stubborn and prideful to not at least try.

By sneaking around the edges of the roof, you’re able to pick off some of the unobservant men. Moving further onto the roof you were able to destroy some of the sensory guns. Being too focused on infiltrating you don’t realize the attention you’ve garnered.

You stop as you hear a robotic voice over their coms.

“Don’t forget your training! Don’t embarrass me!”

As the robotic voice echoed through the comms, your heart raced as you quickly strategized your next move. With the element of surprise gone, you know that you have to act fast and take out as many people as possible.

You move swiftly, dodging the ones reaching out to grab you. You land hits on some of them with your baton. You’re swinging punches and dodging as many as you can. Too caught up in trying to knock someone out you don't notice the man charging at you.

Being slammed to the floor for the second time tonight you struggle to counter his moves. You finally throw him off and get back onto your feet.

Suddenly the right side of your body is engulfed by a pain so intense that you can’t move any further. Looking down there’s a blade sticking into your stomach. Grabbing it with both hands you yank it out and throw it behind you in hopes of hitting someone. You feel yourself falling and you can’t do anything but brace yourself. You finally cry out in pain as you hit the ground. Grunting heavily as you get back up your nerves scream in agony. But you have to get back up.

Rest later, survive now.

Getting on your feet you start swaying, only making it a few feet before, a pair of hands seize you. As you try to wriggle free, they quickly immobilize your hands, securing them tightly behind your back with ropes. Before you know it, the man is hoisting you up over his shoulder.

You start thrashing back and forth. Trying anything to get out of the grasp, doing everything you can. Nothing works.

You’re tied to a chair in an empty room. You scan your eyes around the room, looking for an escape route. You can feel blood leaking out of you. It’s gone cold and sticky and your suit is sticking to you uncomfortably. Your attempt at fleeing earlier had only caused you to do more damage to your open wound.

The ropes squeak as you pull them against the chair. Attempting to rub them against the backing of the chair to try to wear them down proves futile. You just keep pulling at them in hopes they’ll break.

Two men throw open the door and walk in. One has a med kit with him and the other is carrying a taser stick. They lock the door behind them.

“Why do you care if she lives or dies?”

“I don’t, but the Knight will have our heads if she dies. You know he wants to be the one to take care of all the little vigilantes. It’s personal for him. I’m just stopping the bleeding.” The one in white comes and kneels beside you.

He cuts the blood-soaked suit away and lazily wipes at the blood that’s still coming out. Taking thick gauze, he pushes it up against the wound and then uses multiple layers to secure it before taping it.

He turns his head towards the other man, whose intense gaze suggests he's eagerly anticipating an opportunity to deploy the electric weapon. “All done. Let him know we got him a prize.”

An idea pops into your head about how you’re going to get out of here. Letting your head flop down like dead weight against your chest you begin to mumble softly to the medic.

“What is she saying?”

“I’m not sure. Speak up.” The medic barks the order at you.

“Can’t breathe. Need…need.” Then you put on the best performance of your life. Convulsing your body and gasping for air.

“Oh fuck, what did you do?”

“I didn’t do shit! We have to untie her, quickly!”

They make quick time to get your convulsing body untied and lay it down on the floor. Dramatically you stop convulsing and heave out a final breath.

“Fuck fuck fuck, we’re so dead.” The medic sounds like he’s almost in tears.

You sneak a peek and see the medic getting ready to start compressions. They’re so scared of Arkham Knight that they’ve forgotten to check your pulse.

As he goes to place his hands on your chest, you grab his arms. Bringing him down to you as you curl your body up, you slam your head into his, before tossing him towards the other man.

Gasping for breath from the excruciating pain, you stumble before running towards the guy with the taser. Locking your arms around his midsection, you’re able to lift him off the ground and slam him harder into the door. He drops the taser as his hands go to grab your shoulders. You drop to pick up the taser.

There’s a banging on the door as the people outside try to get in. You pay them no mind. You’re running out of time before you collapse.

“If you unlock that door, I’m going to shove this so far up your ass you’ll feel it in your brain.” You spit at them.

Looking up to the skylight above you and then towards the table that’s covered in your weapons. You know you’ll need a boost to get up there but you can’t move the table yourself.

Taking the taser you jam it into the medic's neck, moving out of the way as he drops. You gesture to the other one.

“Pull that table so it’s below that skylight and I won't shoot you.”

He stands still, challenging you.

“Bullshit, Batman doesn’t let his lackeys kill people.”

“Well unfortunately for you I’m not one of his fucking lackeys.”

Taking out your small pistol, you aim it at the skylight and fire. The nonlethal bullet cuts through the glass, and you turn your gaze back to him as it crashes around you. He swiftly moves the table under the skylight.

“Appreciate you doing that for me man.” Your voice is dripping with sarcasm and he scoffs a disgusted laugh.

Standing on the table, you don’t even spare a look at him before you take the pistol and pull the trigger. The nonlethal bullet hits his shoulder, and he examines himself to see the damage before realizing it didn’t pierce his skin. When he looks back, you’re gone.

You move away as fast as you can. Your heart thumps and the drumming of your blood in your ears adds to your headache. Jumping from one building to another, your wound grows larger. Looking down, you noticed that the once-white patch of gauze was now stained with patches of dark red. Getting to the edge, you see a shorter building that you’re able to lower yourself down onto.

Your eyes droop and you wobble. Stopping for a moment you brace yourself and try to push forward but your legs don’t allow you to go any further. You collapse.

Using the energy you have left you push the comm.

“Oracle I’m injured….need….help.”

“Phoenix, what happened? How bad?”

“Stabbed in side…can’t keep my eyes open.”

“Hey, hey keep talking to me! I’ve let Batman know, he’s on his way. Just keep talking to me.” You feel bad from the panic in her voice. She’s trying so hard to fight it but you hear the shakiness. You don’t have the energy to fight against having Bruce come to save you.

“I’m…still…here Barb. I can’t….move. Too…tired.” Your words come out thick like honey as you begin to lose consciousness.

“Bruce, hurry. She’s passing out.”

There’s silence on the other end. With her eyes closed, she leans forward, as if on the verge of offering a silent prayer. The thought of losing another friend is unbearable for her.

Bruce finds you with your hands clasped around your side. He assesses your vitals, you’ve lost a lot of blood but other than that you’re stable.

“I’ve got her Barbara. She’s going to be ok.”

“Oh, thank god.”

They both let out a shaky breath.

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Holy fucking shit. This literally has me speechless. I’ve never read anything so amazing.

I can’t stop thinking about Steven and Marc in oversized jumpers and how cozy they look (even tho they’re in a crisis at the time 😅) so requesting a nsfw fic about one/all of the moon boys finding the reader wearing their clothes and it does something to them

hi anon omg this request is so old and i am so sorry that I'm just getting to this!! this is so fun and YES the way marc spector would go fuckin FERAL over his S/O smelling like him,, like he's so possessive i love him sm!! i hope the smut makes up for my lateness. love u!!!

A Soft Ray of Sunlight

Tags: Marc Spector x Reader, fem!reader, unprotected piv (pls wrap it up irl, fuck them kids), kitchen sex lol, really light spit kink, possessive!Marc (w/c: 1.7K)

You’re in the kitchen when he sees you from the hallway, cooking dinner and humming to yourself as you swirl a sauce around in a pan.

Marc is used to you wearing Steven’s jumpers; you always claim that Steven always manages to find the softest ones, even though you have several others just like them. 

But this one, the jumper adorning your pretty body, the bottom of it just brushing the tops of your thighs, it’s his. Marc’s. It’s one he’s had for years, the cuffs of the sleeves starting to fray and a coffee stain on the side that he can’t manage to get out. You’re always beautiful, and that sweater looks better on you than it’s ever looked on him. 

And it’s all you’re wearing.

The sweater is big on you, but definitely not big enough to only be worn with panties, which is exactly what you’re doing. If you were to bend over, god, Marc would see everything.

His legs move of their own accord, the pull of you like gravity, endlessly drawing him in. His hands slide gently over your waist when he reaches you, and you jump slightly, pulled out of your reverie.

“Shit, Marc, you scared me,” you giggle, leaning your head back against his chest. His strong arms curl around your middle, melding you to him as he buries his face into the crook of your neck.

“Sorry, baby,” he murmurs, but he doesn’t sound sorry at all.

“No you’re not,” you whisper, turning in his arms to press your chest against his and kiss him softly. “You are a terrible liar, Marc Spector.” 

He moans softly into your mouth, clutching at your hips. Has this sweater always been this soft? It doesn’t feel nearly as good on him as it does on your skin, smelling like a mixture of you and him, intoxicating him. He never wants to wash it again, wants to keep it smelling like you forever.

You smile into his mouth. “Something got you worked up, babe?” 

Marc groans again, head swimming with your taste, your smell, the feel of you under his fingers. “You just,” he rasps, pressing kisses to your mouth between words, “God, you’re so pretty, baby. When- when did you take this sweater?”

You make a noise of understanding. “This morning, fresh out of the dryer. Just looked too comfy to fold.” You lean away from his mouth, chuckling when he whines softly. “Why? Do you want it back?” You know he doesn’t, but you still like to see him squirm.

You’re one of the few people in this world to break down Marc Spector’s stoic nature, and you’ve never been known to use your powers over him for strictly good things. Getting him desperate is just too fun.

“Please no,” he mutters, moving from your mouth to pepper kisses down your jaw and neck. “You look way better in it than I do.”

“Not possible,” you whisper, winding your hands into his hair to tug him back to your mouth. You can feel the outline of his cock through his sweatpants, pressing into your hip. You untangle a hand from his hair to palm the bulge, relishing in the wet gasp that rips out of Marc’s throat. “Happy to see me, Spector?”

“When you look like this, how could I not be?”

You lick feverishly into Marc’s mouth as he walks you backward, crowding you into the kitchen counter. His thick fingers dig into your hips, likely going to leave light bruises. “You know,” you whisper, pulling away from his mouth to drag a finger down his chest, teasing. “I’m still wet from last night.”

Marc chokes on a breath. “Yeah?”

“Mhm. Not to mention that I’m soaked whenever I see you.” You watch Marc’s mouth drop open a little bit, his pupils blown wide with arousal. “But you boys fucked me so good last night. I’m still dripping,” you lean in further, your lips brushing against his ear, “gaping for you.”

Marc groans loud, the sound ripped violently from his chest. He leans down, grabbing the backs of your thighs in his big hands to lift you until you’re sitting on the counter, your legs rising to wrap around his waist. “God, baby,” he mutters. “You wanna kill me?”

“Not kill you, just drive you crazy.”

“Mission fucking accomplished, sweetheart.” He licks into your mouth all over again, pressing himself into you. The position is perfect; from this height, his cock presses so perfectly against your pussy, the both of you only separated by your pesky clothing.

You whine into him, your hands moving down to push at his sweatpants till they’re around his thighs, freeing his aching cock. You wrap your hand around him to give him a long stroke, and he breaks from your lips to gasp, his eyes clenched shut.

“You gonna fuck me, Marc?” you murmur, pumping him slowly. “Make me drip even more?”

“Can I, baby?” he whines, and you answer him by licking into his mouth all over again, letting go of his cock to reach down and pull your panties down your hips. Marc grabs them as you work them down the fat of your thighs, tugging them roughly over your knees and letting them fall carelessly to the floor.

Then you both are colliding, an endless pull between you, never close enough. You grab at Marc’s cock again, sticky and throbbing, guiding the tip of him to your entrance. You weren’t lying; your boys had all come out to fuck within an inch of your life just the night before, leaving you still gaping and still leaking their cum. Used.

Marc has an iron-clad grip on your thighs, holding you steady as he presses in, reaching so deep it’s like you can feel him in your fucking stomach, knocking the breath out of your lungs. “Marc, Marc,” you whine, tucking your face into the crook of his neck and digging your nails into his broad back.

“Shit, baby.” He pulls out just a bit before rutting back in, and you choke on a moan. “You’re so fucking tight. How are you still,” he ruts into you again, and again, “so fucking tight?”

You can barely acknowledge his words, your brows furrowed as you concentrate on the stretch of him in your cunt, mumbling “s’big, Marc. So fucking big in me, gonna break me apart baby.”

An almost pained sound erupts from Marc’s throat, and suddenly he’s fucking into you like a man possessed, one hand traveling to the small of your back, snaking under the sweater to get to your heated skin, while the other travels up into your hair. He grabs a handful of it in a fist and yanks your head back from his neck, forcing you to look into his face, and fuck, Marc looks like an animal. His cheeks are flushed, his hair mussed, and his pupils are blown wide, intoxicated by the feel of you.

You can’t imagine how you must look, little grunts escaping your throat with every one of Marc’s thrusts into your needy pussy, your eyes shiny with tears. It’s so good, the stretch of his heavy cock, bullying into you just right. And then Marc shifts his hips just barely.

You shout wetly, jerking so hard you would have fallen off the table if not for Marc’s strong body pressed against yours, his hand pressed firm against your back. And he has the audacity to chuckle, like the bastard he is.

“Oh baby,” he coos, fucking into you hard at the very same angle, and your thighs are trembling, overwhelmed tears rolling down your cheeks. “That's the spot, pretty girl? Feeling good?”

You barely have the words to describe how amazing he feels, his fat cock pushing hard against your g-spot, unrelenting. “It’s so, it’s so good, Marc. Oh god, oh my fucking god.”

“Shit, taking it so good. So goddamn beautiful like this.” Your body bounces with every one of his thrusts, the hand he has in your hair keeping you from bumping your head into the cupboard behind you. He tugs your face towards him.

“Open.”

Your mouth drops open, almost unconsciously, and Marc spits into your sticky mouth. He groans like he’s dying when you swallow, unthinking and so fucking dumb on his cock that it’s got him lightheaded.

“Good girl,” he groans, and you whine in the back of your throat at the praise. Every thrust into your sensitive pussy feels like lightning rocketing up your spine, and your legs raise higher around Marc’s hips, your heels digging into his ass, urging him in again and again.

 “Gonna cum, gonna fucking cum, Marc,” you whisper, your throat tight and achy. “Please, please, please,” you don’t really know what you’re begging for, not really, but Marc answers your pleas anyway.

“Right behind you baby, c’mon, c’mon,” Marc grunts, rutting into you feverishly. “Gotta feel this pretty pussy make a mess around my cock.”

You press yourself into his neck again as you cum, wetting his shoulder with tears as you gasp wetly, your body shuddering uncontrollably. Marc is murmuring little praises into your hair as he finally presses his hips as far as he can go, cock pulsing and filling you with his cum. “So good, baby, y’did so good for me. Looking so pretty for me, sweetheart, how did I manage to land you?”

You answer him with a chaste kiss, tilting your head up from his neck to meet his lips. You cling to each other, unwilling to let go while you will your heartbeats to beat slower, in time with one another.

Marc thinks that he could bask in this moment forever, with you in his arms, warm and soft against him. He hasn’t had a lot of softness in his life. Maybe you’re the softest thing in the world.

Then you giggle softly under his chin, and it sounds like sunlight. He tilts his head down to meet your eyes, mirroring your blinding smile.

“Damn, if I knew that wearing your sweaters would make you fuck me like that, I’d never take them off,” you whisper, unwilling to interrupt the unshakeable sense of peace that fills the kitchen.

“Baby, if you did that, we’d never make it out of the apartment.”

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Pt 2: Searching for Spector

word count: 2k

warnings: major violence, language, fem!reader

summary: We get a look at Steven. And then we’re reminded of a not so happy moment.

first part here

a/n: I’m still building our world and trying to give the reader some backstory. I promise there will be interactions next chapter. I guess I should tag this as slow burn too. 😔 also I don’t have DID and I don’t know anyone that does. I’m going based off the show canon and stuff that I’ve read from other creators. Please give me feedback!!

Steven jolts awake, a little yelp leaving his mouth. Looking around, he realizes he’s home. A sigh of relief escapes him. How silly was he for thinking that he was truly falling from a cliff, obviously that wasn’t real. His brows furrow, but it felt so real. He felt the cold, harsh wind pushing against him as gravity pulled him down. His body felt like a bus had run him over. He does what he does whenever he feels strange and chalks it up to sleep deprivation. He lies back down, letting his breathing go back to normal until he notices how bright it is outside and the time that the clock shows him.

“Oh, Donna’s gonna have my head on a spike.” Throwing himself out of bed, he quickly goes through his morning routine.

He only falters for a second when he notices a deep purple mark across his ribs, a stark contrast against his tan skin. That’s the spot where he got hit in his dream. He frowns, before deciding to push this to the back of his mind. He’ll deal with it after work.

Five minutes later, he’s throwing a quick “later, Gus!” over his shoulder, before he’s out the door with only ten minutes left to get to work.

Stevens enters the museum sprinting. He dodges past the tourists, who are all meandering around getting ready for tours. He skids around the children, throwing gummies at each other, and makes it to his sales counter only two minutes late. He feels proud of himself for it.

“You’re late!” Donna’s shrill intrusion into his ears causes him to drop his shoulders.

She takes in the bags under his eyes and his tousled hair.

She smirks. “Thrilling night? Stevie you dog.” She pops her gum, adding to Stevens’s irritation.

“It’s Steven, Donna, with an n at the end, not Stevie. And not that it’s your business, but no, it wasn’t a thrillin' night.” His words are harsh as he starts tidying the area.

“Well Steven,” she overpronounces his name and emphasizes the ‘n’ at the end of his name. “If you’re late again this week, you’ll be Steven with a write-up.”

Steven glares daggers into her back as she walks away, her heels clacking across the marble of the museum floor.

Work was going as it always does. He sold the public candies, plushies, and other historically inaccurate knickknacks. He scrapped gum off a sarcophagus and tried his hardest not to get jealous of the tour guides.

Towards the end of the day, Steven began feeling like he was being watched. He’s never felt like that before. He looked around but couldn’t find a pair of eyes on him. Shaking it off as being sleep-deprived again, he got back to work and tried his hardest not to let his hair stand on end.

This feeling caused Marc to stir and co-front. Usually, when Steven fronted, he used that as the time to get some sleep, not wanting to risk fronting at Steven’s place of work. He viewed the room when Steven looked around, his eyes trained to find prying eyes, unlike Steven’s. But just like Steven, he couldn’t find the source of the feeling.

Prior to the past few months, Steven used to feel a weight lift from his shoulders at the end of the work day. But now the walk home is filled with dread as he realizes he’ll have to go to sleep. Which will most likely lead to him having a weird dream or waking up wearing a shirt he didn’t even know he owned. Life had gotten so confusing and draining lately. He dreaded sleeping, he honestly dreaded being home sometimes.

Steven dragged his feet as he walked through the shopping square. He tossed a coin into his golden friend’s hat but didn’t stop. He continued trudging towards his apartment. Lost in his dreary state, it left him vulnerable. Having no clue you were behind him, let you follow him directly to his apartment building.

Approaching the building you relax your stride, blending in with the small crowd gathered at the bus stop. You watched as Marc crossed the street and opened the door to the building. Staying hidden between two buildings, you waited to see if he’d come back out. You wondered if he knew you were down here and if he knew that you had followed him. Letting time pass, you realize he wasn’t coming back down. Turning away from your hiding spot you make your way down the street to the cafe you had seen.

Entering the cafe reminded you of how long it had been since you had eaten. Focusing all your attention on Marc had caused you to forget the basic need for food. Grabbing your coffee and a sandwich, you got comfortable at a booth that looked over into the street. Gazing out the window, you quickly begin drowning in your thoughts about Marc.

Seeing him at the museum, you quickly noticed how he tried to make himself appear small like he didn’t want anyone to notice him. The way he kept his eyes focused on the counter in front of him and the way he fidgeted with his fingers as he spoke to customers. He left you confused about how he was the same guy you saw in those videos a few days ago.

You stayed in the small shop, enjoying the comforting ambiance, even after you had finished eating. The day had faded into night, letting the moon make its way above the city. You figured that the best way to watch Moon Knight in action was for night to fall. This mission wasn’t any different from others you’ve had, except the outcome was unclear. In the past, the objective was clear: track down the targets, get information, turn them into S.H.I.E.L.D. or if it came down to it put them down. With Marc, you weren’t sure what side he was on. You didn't doubt that you'd be able to figure out his motives quickly, but you weren't a big fan of going into a situation without a clear picture of the person. It left you with a lingering sense of uncertainty.

Leaving the cafe, you head to the hotel to the right of Marc’s apartment building.

“Good evening, any rooms left on the top floor tonight?”

The teenage boy working behind the counter doesn’t care enough to look up at your question. He just begins tapping buttons.

“Yeah, it’s 130 pounds, and that’s just for one night.” The dull voice makes you smile. At least you know he doesn’t care enough to remember your face.

“Sounds great here.” Sliding over enough to cover the cost for tonight and extra as a tip for him.

“Keep the change. Night.”

He gives no response as you take the hotel key and walk towards the elevator.

Once in the room, you take to the large window that looks over the area. It gives a decent view of the right side of the apartment building. You pull the curtains so they cover the outer portion of the window, and let the blinds open just enough so you can see out but no one could see in. Sliding the brown cushioned chair over to in front of the window, you get settled in for a long night.

There hasn’t been any movement. Hours have gone by and the only interesting thing you’ve seen has been two rats fighting over pizza. Glancing at the clock, you see the red numbers staring back saying 3:00 AM. You rub your eyes, thinking back to the last time you did a stakeout.

You watched as the front people of the group exchanged bags full of cash for crates of alien tech. After the battle of Wakanda, weapon dealers somehow got their grimy hands on the leftovers. They quickly got spread around and were making rounds on the streets. There have been multiple situations where crimes like bank robberies have turned horrible just because of some Chitauri weapons. Waiting for the exchange to be over, you let the guys take the money and leave. You’re only here for the fucks that bought the guns. You’ll deal with the seller later.

You aim the small firearm at one man behind the van, letting him open the door before you pull the trigger. The silencer and your distance let the assassination remain silent. You leave your post and sprint to where the rest of the group struggles to move the extra large crates. Taking a rope, you loop it around someone’s legs and yank, pulling them towards your shadow-cloaked figure. Slamming the guy’s head into the ground with extreme force, he goes limp without screaming. Before anyone has the chance to notice where their friend has vanished, you’re up on the rafters on the underside of the bridge. Once they notice he’s gone, they freeze. The panic looks back and forth before they huddle together, trying to figure out what to do. They have no clue who, where, or what you are. They have no upper hand, so they try to make one.

“You must be dumb! These guns are so powerful they’ll dust your ass!”

You’ve never understood why they try to talk while fighting, not that it’s beneath you but, there are more pressing matters at hand. You don’t strike yet. Letting them get anxious, turning their backs to each other.

There it is. The perfect moment. Where they let a gap form between them, with just enough room so you can land between them and finish them. Tossing down a smoke bomb, you soon follow it. As it fills the area with smoke, you unleash hell upon them. Grabbing one by the jaw, you flip them over your shoulder. Hearing the double snap of bone and then the body hitting the ground, you know you can move on. Kicking the next guy in the legs, you wait for him to fall before brandishing your knife and slashing across Adam’s apple. He gargles as he tries to hold his throat. Taking your foot, you nudge him backward, letting him flop before turning to the next person.

They stare eyes so far open, mouth fully gaped as they take in the scene that happened in front of them. As you stalk towards her, she tries to move away from you, but there’s nowhere for her to go.

“Don’t-don’t do that to me! They forced me into this! Please, you don’t understand!” Dropping to her knees with shaky hands and a raspy voice. She lies.

“You’re such a coward. So pathetic and ashamed of yourself that you’d rather pretend to be some lackey. When in reality you’ve been the one setting up the meetings. Hazing new recruits and even finding suppliers that have the weapons you want.” You scoff.

“Stand up!” She makes no effort.

“Now!” Grabbing her arms, you pull her to her feet.

“Show me all the information that you have saved. Every hard drive, backup file, written plans, and written information. All of it. And if you even think of lying or hiding anything, I’ll give you worse treatment than them.”

Movement on the street causes you to be brought out of the depths of your mind. You hold your breath as you watch a man exit the building. As he turns away from you, he stretches his legs and breaks into a steady jog. It’s not Marc. There’s no curly hair or tan skin. Your shoulders sag in disappointment as you sigh. You know you need at least three hours of sleep and the museum Marc works at doesn’t open until 8. You think for a moment before coming up with a new plan.

You’ll get some sleep and then, once the museum opens, you’ll go in and speak with Marc. The plan sounds good enough to you in your sleepy state that you decide that you’re done brainstorming. Switching into loose-fitting clothes before climbing into bed. The mattress is hard and the sheets tug at your skin in a way that you didn’t know sheets could. Huffing out a small non-humorous laugh, you put your head down with your last thought being a very cynical.

Mmm, Home Sweet Home.

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Searching for Spector chapter 2 out tomorrow!!!

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I’m trying to get these next two chapters done for both series I’ve started and I keep getting writers block and then life keeps being shit. Im sorry it’s taking so long guys 😔✌️

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Masterlist for the Series: Searching for Spector

Summary: Marc's recent stunts as Moon Knight have landed him on Fury's radar. Which in return gets you on Marc’s radar.

This is going to be a slow-burn mini-series. I'm not sure how many parts it'll be but I'm excited to do some slow burn. I'm going to give the reader the nickname Sage, but other than that it's going to be non-descriptive of what they look like. Warnings will be at the top of each part but for general knowledge it’s going to be: violence, angst, language, fem!reader, and suggestive themes/smut further down the line.

Part One: Fury sends you, one of his most trusted confidants to get intel on Marc.

Part Two: Here’s Steven. And here’s a shitty hotel room for you.

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[fiction-is-the-new-reality]

Pt 1: Searching for Spector

word count: 3k

warnings: violence, language, afab!reader

summary: You’re asked by Fury to track down Moon Knight and keep an eye on him.

second part here

a/n: this is basically just setting things up for the next part. I didn’t want to put too much in this first part because it felt like it was too long winded. Pls reblog and interact and give feedback!! Thank you!

Even though Fury “retired” and made it seem like he wasn’t involved in the matters of heroes anymore, he still stayed up to date with new candidates and threats. Which is why when a new vigilante appeared in an all-white suit and used magical moon-shaped weapons, he believed it warranted close attention.

This is where you come in. As one of his recruits (and closest friend according to you) he trusted your skill set to keep an eye on this “Moon Knight” and stop him if needed.

Walking into Fury’s man cave is like walking into a mini Avengers compound, full of weapons and security footage of different locations. The man himself sat in a chair at the head of a table.

“Jesus Fury, paranoid much?” The joke was met with an unamused face.

“Can’t be too safe these days. Without Shield or the Avengers, there are a lot of people who think it’s a free-for-all. I like to remind them that there are still heroes out there.” His words make you wonder who else he’s worked with recently.

“I have a mission for you. There’s a new man on the scene. Dressed in a white hooded get-up, and goes by the name Moon Knight. Seems to be supernaturally powered.” He presses a button on a remote, filling the screens with sightings of Moon Knight. You watch his fighting style and try to learn his rhythm. But it was difficult. In some videos, the fighting style differs completely from the others. It looks like two different people.

He turns to you. “I want you to track him. Figure out why he’s doing what he’s doing.” He stares at you, waiting for a response.

“Are we sure it’s just one guy? His technique switches in some of the videos.” You say out loud, but it’s more rhetorical than anything.

“Meet Marc Spector. Born in Chicago, the son of a rabbi. Enlisted in the U.S. Marine Corps and served for three years. While in a fugue state, he went AWOL, got discharged because of it. The last he was seen was with Raoul Bushman. While Spector is a little harder to get on camera, we know Bushman’s last known whereabouts are in Egypt. He’s not the type of guy you have as a friend. If our guy runs with him, it could mean trouble.”

The image that pops up throws you off. You lean on the table, getting closer to the screen. He’s beautiful. He looks like nothing you were imagining. His brown eyes have sadness and something mysterious about them. His dark brown curly hair was somewhat frizzy and his jawline was so sharp it could cut diamonds.

“Bushman isn’t my concern here. Get to Marc and figure him out.”

“I got a guy who owes me a favor in Egypt. I’ll see if he’s heard about Bushman. When do I leave?”

“Now,” He slides an envelope across the table. Inside is a passport, some currency, and a picture of Bushman. “You’re going in deep. The reason for this stays between us.”

“Of course, Fury, this ain’t my first rodeo.” You boast with a slight smile. He rolls his eyes and while his tone is dry, you don’t miss the slight smile on his face as he tells you to leave.

Before you take the intel and step out, you turn back to Fury.

“Why are you trusting me to do this?”

He looks at you for a second before answering. “Sage you’ve always been skilled at what you do. You’ve always gotten the job done. I don’t think there’s been one person you haven't been able to take down. When I got back from being dusted, I learned about what you occupied your time with during the Blimp. I saw the footage.” He pauses for a moment. You hold your breath as you wait for him to finish.

“It was you, but you were different. You’ve changed. Gotten a sharper edge to you now. That’s what I need nowadays. I’ve seen the way this guy handles business, and I need someone I know that can stop him.”

You let out the air in your lungs as you grab the envelope off the table. You give Fury a small smile before turning to leave.

Reaching out to your connection pays off. He gives you the name of a club that Bushman frequents and that he had been seen at a few weeks ago. You waste no time after landing. It’s late and this is prime time for a crime-lord to be out. Taking a taxi, you find yourself in front of a seedy club.

The heat of the building is enough to make you feel like you’re suffocating. The music’s so loud that it’s thumping in your ears. You take note of the shady characters lurking around the club. Trying not to draw attention, you quickly get to the bar and order a drink. You watch the crowd as you wait for Bushman. You’ve moved on to a second drink and have opted to watch from a small table towards the front of the bar.

When the back door of the club swings open you have no doubt that it’s Raoul Bushman. He’s massive, and the look in his eyes tells you that he has no problem dirtying his hands. People like him always have that look in their eyes, like they could snap at any moment. You sink further into your seat to be certain he wont see you. You’ve already formed a plan. You'll follow him out of the bar. Maybe he'll lead you to Moon Knight. Or at least find you a better lead. Someone who knows where Marc Spector has gone.

The night drags on as you watch him drink and get friendly with a few women.And while the place is full of criminals, the atmosphere isn’t hostile. You decide to leave and wait outside. The longer you stay in there, the more likely he is to notice your face. As you debating going outside, you hear him mention to his men to be ready to leave soon. You take that as a sign to leave.

Outside, the streets prove to be much quieter. You breathe in deep, trying to get as much air as possible after being in the stuffy club. Once you feel you can breathe properly again, you take in the full moon and how it washes everything in an almost unnoticeable sheen of silver. Walking across the street you blend in with a crowd at a food truck as you wait for them to exit.

A few moments later, the door swings open as Raoul and some of his men leave the club. You keep your back towards them, and use your enhanced hearing to know what they're doing. As they all walk towards the parked cars, you make your way back across the street.

Back in the same lot with them, you swiftly move around cars and avoid the drunken fools wandering outside. Quickly pressing yourself against a truck that wasn’t too close to them, you hold your breath to hear them. Bushman stands at the head of the circle, his men flanking his side.

He begins to speak to the men, discussing their upcoming mission and the approach to obtain their reward. He doesn’t mention Moon Knight or Marc Spector; he doesn’t even hint at them having any added help from someone who is superly inclined. The meeting quickly ends and everyone starts making their way to their cars.

Silently crawling away and doing some peekaboo from behind cars, you spot Bushman’s car. Crouching down, you pull the small tracker gun out of your pocket. Loading the tag and setting the tool up on the ground gives you the perfect shot at the tire. As you focus the scope and breathe out, you hear a small tink as the tracker leaves the barrel.

It emits a small yellowish glow, like the glow of a firefly, before it attaches to the tire. You slink into the shadows of the night as he climbs into the car and wastes no time driving off. Gravel and sand fly into the air as the tires spin. Now all you have to do is wait for him to stop moving and see if he’s led you straight to Moon Knight.

After Bushman has sat in one spot for long enough, you hail a taxi and give an address up the street from his location. The location on the device leads you to a small lodging place on the outskirts of the city. It’s close to the vast desert that you can see the silhouettes of the pyramids looming behind the little shack.

Wanting to get a feel for the little area, you begin to sneak around. Making sure that the only patrolmen are the ones who are all drinking and smoking a funny-smelling cigarette. You stay close to the ground as you get closer to the men.

Coming up behind them, you quickly disarm the two with guns. In one swift motion, you snatch the gun from one and deliver a forceful strike to the owner’s head with the stock. He stumbles backward and you send him tumbling backwards with a kick to the chest. The other one with the gun tries to point it at you but his moving too slowly and it’s comical how easily you disarm him. Taking hold of the barrel of the gun, you shove it at him, hitting him square in the chest. You pull the weapon towards you, which brings the man who is still holding on to it. As he enters your personal space, you slam your head into him. He quickly drops the gun to hold his broken nose. But before he can, you backhand him, knocking him out.

You’re moving too quickly for the other two to call for help. Grabbing one by the collar of his shirt, you drive him down on the ground, before picking him back up and throwing him a few feet into the desert. You watch him to see if he’ll get back up, but he doesn’t. He just lays there, sprawled out like a starfish. The last remaining guy tries to put up a fight, but you drop into a squatting position and sweep your leg under his. Once he lands on his back, you straddle him. You position your hands firmly over his mouth and nose, cutting off his oxygen. A few moments pass and finally, he falls unconscious.

Making it to the back of the small building, you jump up to grab ahold of the edge. Latching your hands on you pull yourself up on the roof as quietly as possible. You hear three heartbeats inside the shack, you wonder if any belong to Moon Knight. You’re about to crash through the roof until you decide to just wait for Bushman to be alone.

You lie down on your back and watch the stars. You can’t stop your mind from wandering back to before the Blimp. Everything was going great, you had gotten out of the superhero life and had finally started seeing a therapist. Albit state mandated, but nonetheless you were still going. But then everything with Thanos happened.

You shiver as you remember when he had made his appearance in Wakanda. The feeling of absolute terror he had caused as you watched your friends turn to dust right before your eyes. Bucky had went to reach out for you right as he fell, barely touching your hand before he was just gone. Thinking about it for too long made your left hand itch. And then those years after still show up in your dreams. The emptiness of it all, most of your friends being gone and the how it was quiet all the time. It continues to haunt you.

You’re shaken out of your memories when you hear the door to the shack close.

Creeping over to the edge, you see his bald head. He strikes a match and lights his cigarette. Moving quickly, you scale down the building and appear beside him on the porch. He has his back to you and you know from his body language, he’s unaware of your presence. You lunge forward, kicking the back of his knee and gripping his arm. He stumbles forward and you pin him against the wall. He looks up at you, his eyes wide and angry.

“Alert your men and you’re all dead. I just have some questions and then I’m gone.” He considers your words for a moment and you can feel him twitching, trying his hardest to get away. He tries for a few more moments before realizing he can't overpower you. Years of doing this have led you to be great at reading people. So it doesnt surprise you when he tries to yell. Twisting him around, you grab his head and yank it down in contact with your knee, with a loud smack. He goes cross-eyed and slacked jaw for a moment. You give him a second to collect his thoughts.

“Let’s try it again. I want information on someone and I know you have it. Give me the information and I forget that I saw you.”

“What type of information are we talking about?” His words are slightly slurred. You most likely fractured a few teeth.

“I need the whereabouts of someone that you ran with.”

He grits his jaw. “I help a lot of people. You think I remember all of them?”

You pull out a small piece of paper that has Marc’s military photo on it. You hold it in front of Bushman’s face.

“What about this guy? You remember him?”

He glares at the picture for too long before looking back at you through his brows. Anger is all over his face. “Never seen that prick in my life.”

“Hmm, that was so very believable.” Your voice is laced with sarcasm. “I know for a fact that you know this guy. I have evidence of you two getting into some shit together-” You pull out a knife and tap it on the side of his head, “so, you want to try again?”

A staring content has started to take place as you wait for him to decide what he wants to do.

“What’s in it for me? I’m not giving free information, I dont do charity.”

You roll your eyes. Everyone is always so greedy.

“I’ll give you six months of immunity.”

He eyes you skeptically, “You don’t have that power.”

“You’re right, but I know people who do. Tell me what you know and you’ll be protected.”

You bring the picture back into his vision.

“His name is Marc Spector. We had a job together a while ago. Marc got greedy and wanted all the treasure for himself.” You hear his heart skip a beat and you smell the lie on his skin.

“You’re lying. Tell the truth.” You chide. He gives you a look that is supposed to be intimidating but has no effect. You raise an eyebrow and touch the blade of the knife to his neck.

“I got greedy and wanted all the treasure for myself. I was killing everyone around me, and I was doing wonderfully till Marc decided that killing was too horrible. He tried to stop me. So I killed him, can’t have any witnesses. I left him for dead in the middle of the desert.”

There was no lie.

“You haven’t seen him since?”

“What part of leaving him dead do you not understand? He’s dead. I shot him twice. If that didn’t kill him then bleeding out and starving did.”

He truly has no idea that not only is Marc very much alive, but he’s Moon Knight.

You let out a grunt of acknowledgment.

Letting go of Bushman’s arm, it snaps towards his gun. But before he even realizes it, you’re already swinging your fist down towards his head. The contact stuns him before you wrap both arms around his head in a chokehold. Holding on as tight as you can as he begins to claw at your arms. He starts thrashing his body around, trying his hardest to get you off of him. It was all a wasted effort. You continue to squeeze his neck. His body starts relaxing and once you hear his heartbeat calm down and feel him fall limp, you release him.

Wanting to give yourself time to think, you begin walking. Once you dodge the last few men at the front of the property, you start your long walk down the rural road.

The sun begins to graces the world with its light as you get closer to town. You’re hit with memories, but this time you don’t fight them. You allow yourself to remember all those overnight missions you had with the Avengers. The times that you would switch watch with Nat. The late nights you'd stay up training instead of sleeping, and how Steve always seemed to know and would join you. Which would lead you to grab breakfast at a fast-food joint. The early morning coffee you’d share in silence with Tony as the sun lit up the Avengers compound. The smile on your face is sad. You’re lucky enough to have these memories with those you lost, but also damned to have to live with them just as memories now.

Your vision blurs as your eyes sting with newly formed tears. But you can’t let yourself cry, so you swallow the lump in your throat and shake the memories from your head. A ping is heard from your phone. Unlocking it, you see a notification.

From one of the surveillance cameras that you had programmed to scan faces and match them with Marc’s. Stating: Face Detected.

Your heart thumps faster as you see the face. It’s Marc Spector in broad daylight. In the middle of London.

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The dull ache in Matts back had now began to move up towards his neck and that was when he decided to call it a night, even though Foggy and Karen had left two hours ago.

His movements had turned into a state resembling molasses and his face felt tired, which further proved he needed to leave the case and return to it with fresh thoughts. He fished his phone from his pocket, to call you. 

“Hey, everything ok?” You answered, sounding out of breath, “I feel like I should be asking you that.” He smiled and you huffed a small laugh, “Yeah, it’s all good over here.” He could tell by the sound of your voice you were harboring a secret.

“Good, I was just calling to let you know I’m leaving the office, do you need me to pick up anything?” He flicked off the light Karen had left on and closed the door. “Nah I’m all good. Just make sure to get here in one piece Murdock, Christmas is tomorrow, and I’d rather not spend it playing nurse.” The smile on your lips was audible, “Aww put you’re so cute when you play nurse,” the protest that came from you had him smiling as he quickly finished the sentence, “but I think I can manage that. See you soon, bye.” Saying goodbye, he hung up and began the walk home.

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