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itzagothamcitysiren · 4 years

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Welcome to the Family

i wanted to post yesterday but it stormed pretty bad where I’m at and we lost power soooo that ruined that plan lol. But good news, I have five of the seven chapters written out for this :) I’m probably going to post chapter two later on tonight after work and work on the rest as well, hopefully if I’m not too tired.

We’ve also finally gotten to Death in the Family. This has been kinda hard to write and is a lot darker than my usual style so I hope you all still like it!

Love Is a Burning Thing and It Makes a Fiery Ring pt.1

The thing that had been the one constant in Halley Wilson’s life had always been pretty clear. Even when things seemed to be changing for the better that one constant always appeared, coming back in the most unexpected ways. She tried replaying that day over and over again, as if it would change anything and make it better or less real. She didn’t know where it all went crashing and burning down; but oh how did it all crash and burn.

The smoke still felt like it was trapped in her lungs as she could feel her body still aching from the sleepless nights. She found herself letting out a soft grunt, her mind still in the haze it had been in for days now. She could start to feel herself coming to but she every time she blinked her eyes they felt heavier and would pull her back into the dangerous state she found herself currently in. She could feel the blood sticky on her knuckles and the tears still falling and staining her cheeks. Her breath was ragged and her eyes unapologetic. She didn’t feel like a person let alone a hero. She just felt like an empty body that had no control over itself.

“Are you going to hit me again? Let it all out?”

His voice taunted her; he knew that it would work and she didn’t care. She didn’t care that he had won. She didn’t care that she was so close to crossing that line. She didn’t care that she was breaking the oath she swore to herself. Fuck Bruce’s saying; justice didn’t feel as good as vengeance. .

“Well since you’re asking,” she felt the corners of her mouth slide up into a smile; her voice sounded menacing and if she was in the right state of mind she’d be able to tell how close to her father she sounded and looked.

She looked up at the man tied up and dangling before her, her fists tightening again. She pulled her arm back, bringing it straight into the gut of the man that took everything away from her. She swapped, rotating from fist to fist, using him as a punching bag and using the sound of her fist colliding with him as a way to try to drown out his laughs. He was enjoying this and she’d change that.

She backed away but not before releasing him from the chains keeping him hanging from the ceiling. He was still handcuffed and his legs were bound but it wasn’t like he could try to escape with the work she’d already done on him. She couldn’t stop herself, using kick after kick to try and get the hurt out. But no matter how hard she went, no matter how many bones she heard and felt break he would not stop laughing.

“You know,” his voice rasped from what she could only hope was a collapsed lung. “This position seems awfully familiar, doll face.” He kept going even after she backed away to stare down at him enraged; nothing would shut him up. “Except I was you and you’re little boy blunder was me- Hahaha-”

“Shut the fuck up!” She spat down at the clown, giving himself another kick.

She felt a new wave of tears rush their way down her cheeks. She let out a strangled cry as she took out her daggers, already having laced them with one of her poisons earlier. She wanted to make this as painful for the Joker as he had made it for him. She found herself then crouched down before him, slicing the knife slowly up the side of his face, then back down and down his neck. The poison wouldn’t kill him. Oh no, she wanted to drag this out for as long as she could. But no, this would only make it more fun for her in the meantime.

“I’ve seem to have struck a nerve,” the Joker said smirking up at her, already starting to feel the sting in his cheeks. His smirk grew, ready to unwrap her some more, “Tell me, does the Batsy know about the two of you canoodling about right under his nose?”

“I said shut up!” She screamed, stabbing the knife right into his shoulder without remorse.

“So the nerves been severed, I see.” Joker teased, bearing his teeth at her. “I take that as a no then?” Joker tutted at her, not even acknowledging the knife she let stay dug in him. “You know I am truly sorry. Young love is so precious- Ha! If it helps you feel any better, he wanted me to tell you he loved you. You know? As I was beating him with a crowbar-off!”

The Joker was cut off as Halley stomped down on the knife, impeding it even further into his flesh. She could see the cut she left on his face starting to change color. Her poison was working, she could tell not just from that but from the grimace he was now trying to hide. Between that and the wound she just made, along with everything else, he wouldn’t have long left. She tore the knife out, letting the blood pool out and leave her nearly satisfied with her work.

“Does Batman know you’re here?”

“Batman doesn’t have anything to do with this. This is between you and me.” She narrowed her eyes at him before backing away and walking towards the table she had set up.

“Tt, tt, I don’t think Daddy Bat’s will approve.” Joker teased, trying to get her attention again. When he saw that she was ignoring him, he pressed further. “Is this what they call teenage rebellion? You know, I could never do kids. I don’t know how the old man does it-,”

Halley cut him off knowing that she would never feel satisfied unless she just got on with it already. Her father always told her to never drag things out like this, it only led to trouble and failure. She turned around swiftly, aiming her pistol at the murderous clown. She didn’t shoot to kill at first but silenced him with a shot to the thigh. She smiled when she saw him wince and laugh to cover up the pain. She looked over his beat and carved up form once more before approaching him again.

“You’re not funny; and you’ll never get the chance to try to be again,” she sneered, cocking the gun effortlessly and pointing it down in between his eyes.

“I don’t think you’re going to do it.” The Joker smirked, licking his lips up at her. He looked at her up and down, rolling his eyes, almost as if he was bored. “Are you really going to do it?”

“No.” A stern voice broke the tension in the air momentarily, only to fill it even heavier seconds after.

“And there he is! My hero!” the Joker’s voice wailed, as if he was some sort of damsel.

Halley felt her heart stop, seeing the Dark Knight approaching from the shadows. She grasped the gun tighter, now feeling herself begin to back down. She thought of him though, and jerked the gun forward, reassuring herself that she had to do this. Her finger grazed the trigger-

“Nightshade!” His thick and heavy voice stopped her again. “Think of what he would do; what would Robin do?”

He was trying to bait her; just like Joker had been doing. She shook her head refusing to look up at the man. Her eyes were too blurry to see through her mask, so she ripped it off. She didn’t care if the Joker saw her face. In fact she wanted him too. She wanted him to see her face and the look in her eyes as she killed him.

“He took Jason away!” She shouted through a whimper. “He deserves it! How can you just let him walk away when he’s proved time and time again that he can’t be stopped?”

“We can’t sink to his level. I understand how you feel but this isn’t the way. Think about what you’re about to do!” She could hear Bruce’s voice starting to break, clearly still upset over what the Joker had done merely days ago.

“I did think about it! And he needs to die!” She shouted back, not caring about his morale any more.

She pulled the trigger but just as she did she felt a shock shoot through her, causing her aim to be tampered with. She let out a choked yell as she looked down at the taser line Bruce shot out at her. The bullet just barely missed the Joker’s face, causing his laughter to fill the room. Halley let it sink in; rage filled her like never before. Bruce had just gone out of his way to save the Joker.

Shakely, she reached out to the line, grasping it in her hands and pulling it towards her, causing the Batman to stumble for a second. She used it to rip the device off of her, quickly getting her baring’s and aim the gun again. This time a batarang was lodged into the barrel of her gun.

“Why!” She shouted, shooting daggers at him before tossing the useless gun aside and pulling out another knife.

She raced to Joker only to be tackled as Batman jumped towards her. They landed a few feet away from where she started, Batman pinning her down but not without a fight. She had managed to snake her arm out of his grasp and without even thinking, almost acting like a complete animal, she began jabbing the knife up towards him. Now her anger was towards him. How could he stop her?

“Nightshade!” He shouted down at her, trying to break her out of her blind rage.

He grunted as she dug both heals into his stomach and pushed. She hadn’t been strong enough to lift him off of her but used it as a distraction. She sliced the knife up, causing him to jerk back in order to not get cut. She used this to push herself away from him and get back on her feet. As she stood, getting into a fighting position, she saw how he did too, only he took a more defensive stance compared to her.

Asshole, she hissed to herself before lunging. She sent punch after punch, jab after jab but each one was easily blocked by the older man. It had only made her angrier, making her attacks harder but also sloppier. In a matter of minutes Bruce had her restrained, her back to his chest and the knife discarded onto the floor, her arms locked down to her sides as his big arms wrapped around her.

“Please,” She cried, finding herself now sobbing. She felt her lip quiver as she found herself now begging, slumping forward in his hold, feeling drained all of a sudden. “Just let me do it, please.”

“No.” He said, his lips a thin line.

He knew she wouldn’t give up and he knew that she’d hate him for it but he wouldn’t let her go through with this. He’d seen so much growth in her over the last two years and he wasn’t about to let her throw it all away. He knew she was suffering; he knew what Jason and she were to each other. But did he actually think she’d go ahead and pull this? At first he hoped not but the moment he caught her eyes as Jason’s casket lowered into the ground, he saw the look in her eyes.

He should’ve confronted her then but he found himself unable to face the girl, knowing that this was his fault; this was his mistake. He wasn’t quick enough, he couldn’t get them to Jason in time and now he was gone and Halley was close to losing herself as well. Bruce knew what he had to do when he got the alert that someone broke the Joker out of Arkham. Alfred informing him and Dick of her being missing only confirmed it. But he wouldn’t let her go through with this; he’d be the bad guy.

“Bru-,” she gasped out, feeling something prickle itself into her neck.

He felt her gradually going limp in his grasp, slowly pulling out the concealed needle he had on his person. He let them both sink to the floor as he held onto her tightly. She stared up at him, the affects now fully kicking in as she fought to keep her eyes open. Bruce’s solemn face was the last thing she heard as Joker’s laugh was the last thing she heard before everything around her went black.

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thewolfisawake · 3 years

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Since I’m in this brainrot alone, of course I’m just gonna end up thinking of a Hypmic AU with muses and their friends because I’m trash like that. Anyway, to avoid spamming my discord with the ideas, I’m just writing it on here. So a couple muses and those from @arcxnumvitae and @shxtteredillusions.

Starting with Kesil just because he honestly doesn’t fit with the rest. His actually came first as I thought of him with his friends from a different platform. He would be rolling with his delinquent/probably doing some illegal shit friends. Their style is more like MTC with the rough and tumble, down and dirty sort of thing. His MC name is actually Shinigami because I gotta stick with his ‘thing’ no matter the AU! I do not know what his mic nor speakers would end up like. I think most of his themes are related to him as a killer as he in this verse likely only learned and became good with a hypmic just because it’s the only weapon he could have. I mean...he probably could sneak one regardless but since most weapons were phased to mics, he probably learned. His rap ability would probably be something like Death Reversal, basically he could deny himself or his comrades of being knocked out as it fits with his actual ability of death force manipulation. Of all the guys I think he’s most like, it’s probably Rio as I don’t feel he’s overly expressive. Not because of lack of feeling but just that cool under pressure sore of thing

Anyway onto the Bastion Kids because they’re my faves to mess with

Ofc Lucien’s the easiest to think of this crap for. I do not have a MC name because unlike the creators, I have shame. But probably something wolf related. I feel his mic would be pretty old so look like a carbon microphone (because I think I’m funny) and be pretty simple. Don’t know what his speakers would be like. I think his themes are actually rather mundane when outside of battle. But in battle, cutthroat bastard. He’s like absolute annihilation of his enemy, his words are like the maw of a beast, he’d rip you to shreds. His ability is Cornered Counter, basically as his energy dwindles, his attacks get more powerful. Basically you gotta be decisive with him because the longer he lasts, the more dangerous he is. So obviously his is most like Samatoki’s as it fits his aggressive tone and no back down attitude.

I have a feeling he probably pissed off the Party of Words and thus if they had the chance to deal with him, they would’ve. Maybe he and his fam had differing views as to how to take this change in the world. I feel like he preferred the old ways but had to adapt to using a hypnosis mic in order to survive. And survive he did.

Katarina’s was somewhat easier to do because she’s very clear in her presentation. I debate if she’d just straight up use her name or if it’d be something like Prima (either by itself or being Prima Donna), something denoting her regality. Her mic is likely a stand one fashioned like crystalline ice. Her speakers kind of hard to describe other than like a metallic feminine figure that kind of looks like a warlord, armed to the teeth with swords. Her themes are of betterment of the state of her surroundings, how she’ll change it with her own hands and utmost confidence of herself. Her rap ability I am still working on since while the idea currently works with her actual ability...what it ends up doing runs counter to her personality. It’d be called Dazzle and would basically redirect an opponent’s attack to someone else. However the issue is Kat can’t choose who it goes to. Since there’s not much I can draw from with the ladies of hypmic, I would go with CL for her sound although I found Chanmina while searching and thought this hits me for Kat. But if I had to choose a character, it’d be Ichijiku.

I actually think her mother might’ve been a good soldier for the Party of Words but then she kinda sorta ended up falling in love with the enemy. Whoops. Except like the Party of Words didn’t know she did (supposedly). And so she left and went to be with Kat’s dad, who was a resistance member but wasn’t able to use a mic. So Kat is like the kid that was like...y’know we could live in peace if we’re not super oppressive. I feel like Petra taught her how to rap as it’s the only viable weapon for Kat so that’s what she uses.

Crowe’s is a pain because he’s a pain. I don’t have a MC name either maybe Shadow? Too basic? I dunno. His mic either a headset or futuristic kind of shades he wears. I’m sure everyone finds it odd. His speakers look more like cameras and briefcases with like a dicey looking umbrella. It’s huge frickin’ homage to spy stuff y’all. And you’ll figure out the function of them when he turns his speakers on you. Electric volt briefcases, umbrella gun, that kinda stuff. His themes are pretty pessimistic, the secrets of others, the ability to get his hands dirty and what those dirty hands can and can’t do. His rap ability I feel would be based on his gorgon blood so likely named such (Gorgon) or Eyebite and would work where he paralyzes an opponent from taking their turn. Who I draw most for him is actually Jakurai although obviously his voice is no where as deep.

If there had to be a traitor, it’s probably Crowe. He isn’t particularly happy about it but at the same time, it’s not like he’s brave enough to deal with his overlords. Not when he knows the things they COULD do. Or maybe he’s doing spy stuff on Chuuoku and is in a continuously perilous position but can’t or won’t talk to anyone about it. Basically he still has his paranoia but for a different reason.

Hmmm Taylor’s giving me a lot of problems because I just can’t pin down a lot for her. I don’t have a name for her nor any idea what she’d go with. Maybe something food based? The only ones coming to mind are Red Velvet and Matcha. Her mic? I think she’d use a hand held mic. Kind of like the ones you do karaoke on in terms of shape. Her speakers? * confused noises * Her themes mmm....I think hers are rather upbeat although not without bite! Her rap ability still eludes me. If I’m thinking of sound, I would put it as something like Calliope although again her words are lighter than hers.

I feel like Taylor’s family ended up with her parents not surviving the war and thus was left with Rhett to try to keep his siblings from being separated from him. She didn’t view a need to learn how to rap--after all a lot of the population doesn’t seem to--but her mind was changed after being kidnapped for ransom and subjected to the effects of a hypnosis mic. She ended up saved by then then ragtag kids and wanted to learn so that she was never in that position again.

Hooo boy, Emil has that instinctual attention to tone shift going mad. Oh god. I do not have a MC name for him either. I feel Prince would be far too on the nose. So something else. I think he’d have a stand mic, I think his would be like I think it’s a certain kind of ribbon mic? Like this? Makes me think of like old school announcers that fits with his lively personality. I feel like his speakers would be more like ice fragments that feels like they should be falling but don’t. His themes are like half light-hearted and inviting, about having a good time with others. But the other times it’s about masks and charades. He is the kind that has that tone drop and you can tell it’s another ‘presence’ to Emil. One that is vicious and will have you sinking. His rap ability is Frostbite, which would essentially have any battle of his become a race against time. His ability starts sapping the energy of his opponent and of course if they drop...it’s game over for them. His sound when light-hearted is more like Hifumi in like vocal tone but with Ramuda’s flow. Yet I feel like the perfect sound for his is Gentaro’s verse in Stella (Emil, I hope you know you are the biggest pain in terms of style) in terms of like how he sounds in alternating between cutting and light.

I feel like his mom had stayed in the Chuuoku under the Party of Words but had seen Emil’s dad while outside of the ward. And then she fell pregnant and was in love with Emil when he was born despite him being a son than daughter. And when faced with either handing Emil over to his dad or leaving Chuuoku, she chose the latter. This was her baby. Emil had grown up with both but his mom passed away...his father suspecting it to be Chuuoku’s doing, moved away far from the ward. However Emil grew curious of the hypnosis mic that his mother had used when she was alive and so he ran off near Chuuoku, where he met a...unkind mentor (basically his grandma in normal verse stuff) that did teach him but did affect his candor.

Cipriana I have also am having some trouble thinking things of. I do not have a MC name but I think it’d be cool if she chose one that’s like...reclaiming and being proud of her ‘runt’ status. Also am not sure about her mic. I think she’d have a handheld one though. As her mic, maybe they’re in the shape of spools with like threads all around and at least one connecting her her mic. Her themes I feel would be a bit like that somber hope? Like it sounds a little sad but it’s ultimately about a better day eventually. Which contrasts to how she is in a battle as I imagine she is very loud in presence since this is more or less a fight and she isn’t getting knocked down again (her mindset of chasing down Lucien absolutely frightens and intrigues me). I just thought of her ability being like By a Thread, where she essentially she cannot be ringed out and can be a little harder to knock out. Her set up kind of makes like a net or wrap around her to keep her from falling (also makes her look like a doll in some aspects, oooh callback). I think of her sound very much like Nemu.

I do not know how she runs in this story except maybe that she was normal and just simply ended up in the whirlwind of hypnosis mics. Although sitting here now, I’m thinking if Arsenio had a mic and had used it against her--since it’s basically inflicting psychic damage--on her even though she didn’t have one (which is illegal btw). And Vini had it with his shit and used his own and having the same mindset as in her original verse, she actually took one of their mics and used her words against Vinicio, still causing their original rift...just worse. A lot of the same plotting from there maybe? Eventually she meets the rest of the kids.

Aspis has been rather hit or miss. I am still thinking on his MC name but Yaksha has been in there. I am thinking of his mic to be handheld and I can’t think of anything particular for its design. I think of his speakers looking like demon masks with the speaker part within the mouth. It’s kinda intense looking especially since you know he’s so sweet. Gotta keep his contrasting aesthetic somewhere. His themes are usually about mundane things as well. Musings about those of his past and present. I feel he’s the least biting towards others in battles? Like a lot of battles are attacking something about your opponent or about one’s own ability. I think Aspis would rely less on tearing someone down. Not saying he can’t but I feel like it’s gonna be a bloodbath if he does. His rap ability would be called Katashiro, where he links to another person (usually an opponent) where when he is injured, that damage is shared between him and the opponent. Which coupled with his odd endurance, could drop whoever he linked with before he falls. If I think of his sound, I think of Kuko’s flow but also Ichiro’s lyrical way.

I feel like Aspis gonna have all the crap things of being a war orphan for himself. Pretty self-reliant and not one to take help because he kinda doesn’t know how to. But I think music saves him, I think Daza might be a DJ who even if she didn’t have a mic, she got him understanding of flow and the like. And it was just a comfort for him. She probably helped him obtain a mic. And he was friends and the like with Yukina until she went with the Party of Words.

Aya’s is like Aspis’ hit or miss in terms of what I can think of. MC names are harrrrdddddd. I feel like her mic I alternate between it being the kind you see a cabaret singer use or a handheld. Maybe one of the first that does both??? I can’t think much in design other than ‘shimmery.’ Not like gaudy but like you watch her move or light hits just right and you see it shine...like her. Her speakers looks more like a theater. With like velvety curtain backdrop and everything. And her attacks look pretty until they hit you. I’m thinking like razor flower petals sort of thing. Her themes...mmm, I feel like overall it’s just ‘pop-y’ and light. It’s nothing like her battling. I feel she just sounds pleasant but then has some serious cutthroat bars. Despite this, I think of her rap ability being Renewal, being able to make others’ attacks stronger and cutting the damage they take. Super supportive skill which she probably took a while to figure out about. I actually found her sound while looking at other stuff. Which I think is Jeon Soyeon easily.

Also not quite sure where she would be in the story other than I think Meg would’ve procured her a mic for her protection. And I think she cultivated her rapping to have a rap ability. And I feel like Meg was worried about it and wanted Aya away from eyes that would witness it. Because although it has no offensive power for Aya herself (at least not that anyone’s made her come to that point), it is useful for like...a team or ally situation. So useful for the Party of Words and what Meg wants to avoid. But she can’t really stop Aya from doing what she wants with her mic.

#long post #oh god #so long #and there's still holes #{Hypmic AU}#probably gonna come up with snazzy name later #but for now it's done #;wishlist

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