Confident
(tw: kidnapping, ransom, zip ties, bag over head, death, murder mention, implied filmed whump)
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“So, do I give you my Starby’s order now orrrr..?”
Even through the dark fabric of the bag, Whumpee could swear they saw Whumper’s eyes roll. To clarify - there’s nothing to see. This is a metaphor.
Not a metaphor.
Hm.
What’s the word for that…?
Aaaaaa…...an exaggeration? Aaaaaaaa…tasteful lie?
Maybe it’s a-
“No coffee-” Whumper snapped.
Whumpee’s fingers splayed up in a surrender - they’d lift their hands and arms, but their wrists were kind ziptied to the chair.
Didn’t even seem like a strong chair. Like if they tried reeeeeally hard to tip over, it might just snap apart and they could walk out of here.
“I mean I can take a tea, then? Or a smoothie-? I really like the pink dri-”
“SHUT UP.”
Whumpee sighed, slumping back in their chair. “You’re no fun, you know that?”
They could feel eyes boring into them.
“Why the fuck are you so cocky-? You’re about to fucking die on national television.”
Whumpee shrugged. “Not cocky.”
“Stupid, then.”
Whumpee lifted a finger. “Confident~” they corrected.
Whumper snorted a scoff, footsteps tapping closer in a pa-tat-pa-tat-pa-tat- “Why would you have any reason to be confident??” Mocking.
A little ‘ptew-’ whispered through the room, and a body dropped to the ground at Whumpee’s feet, thudding softly as it came to rest.
Whumpee smirked under the bag. “Took you long enough, hot stuff~”
“Yeah yeah yeah,” Caretaker’s voice echoed through the room, steps remarkably silent as they crossed to Whumpee’s chair - movement evidenced only by the proximity of their voice. “Sorry baby, traffic was killer on the east side.”
Whumpee shrugged. “Can we get Starbucks?”
“..and make me drive more through this shit?”
“I was just kidnapped and held for ransom, I deserve a treat.”
They could feel Caretaker roll their eyes as they snapped the zipties at Whumpee’s ankles - then wrists. Less metaphorical this time - more a highly educated guess and a deep knowledge settled into their soul.
“Fineeee- but we’re going to the one by the park. Interstate is shit right now.”
“Works for me~”
Caretaker’s hands caught Whumpee’s as they reached up to pull off the bag - fingers circling their wrists and keeping them suspended halfway.
Caretaker’s voice softened. “..I’m sorry this happened.”
Whumpee shook their head a little. “It’s all okay now.”
Dark, kidnappy black bag fabric be damned - Caretaker kissed them through it anyway.
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Had a thought about the Reluctant War and made myself a bit sad and I have no idea if it'll make it into the story proper so I'm going to inflict it upon all you guys:
Dick Grayson on the streets of Gotham trying to do everything he can to help as everyone join the ghosts in fighting the GIW, suddenly has a version of the GAV barreling down towards him and for some reason he can't get out of the way in time.
He thinks he's about to join the army of the dead in a whole new way, when the tank fo a vehicle is suddenly sent flying as something massive charged it from the side. He hears a familiar bellowing and then realizes that it's Zitka, a ghost after passing away peacefully a few years before.
She wasn't apart of the army of the ghosts, wasn't brought in to fight. She's just been following her tiny human child around all these years and now that there's enough ecto in the air to do so, she's going to protect him with all her might.
Dick is emotional, so thankful to have his old friend back, but the city is still in a state of chaos. He gets onto Zitka's back and they get to work, running - flying - around helping to grab the injured and whisk them away to safety or take out other GAVs and the like.
It's absurd and freeing and wonderful all at once to be literally flying through the skies of Gotham on the ghost of his elephant best friend, and if Dick wasn't already on the side of King Phantom he is *now* and -
He gets shot off Zitka's back.
A GIW agent was aiming for the Ghost elephant but somehow *missed* and hit Dick instead. Not enough to injure him too badly, but enough to send him flying off Zitka's back and plummeting to the ground. His grapple is broken, and Zitka is diving for him but she's being shot at and she's not going to make it in time and -
A hand, reaching out to him in midair, familiar with its callouses and strong grip as he reaches out and grasps it, body suddenly swinging in a different direction and muscles acting on memory as he falls into the old, achingly familiar routine of his childhood. His mother, ethereal and bright as she smiles down at him, hanging upside down from a bar suspended from nothing but open sky as they swing and he is let go, flipping on instinct and caught by the steady strong hands of his father.
The Flying Graysons reunited in the skies above Gotham, Dick's ghostly parents determined to ensure their little bird never falls the way they did.
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Since I've got TDIPUD on the brain, can we talk about how wild it is that Oda was so dangerous as an assassin that people thought he was an entire organization? This is a world where Skill users are common knowledge in underground circles, and people still thought "there's no way one person could be this powerful"
In fact, even seven years after he stopped killing, he was still feared
Keep in mind, Oda was ONLY 14 when all of this went down, and still even the government didn't want to mess with him.
(he's 20~21 in TDIPUD so he must have been 13~14 when he stopped killing)
And that's just when he retired, to build up a reputation like that he must have been working as an assassin for a while.
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