“So where is this oh great sharpshooter I need to meet?” Panam had Vax’s ass up at the crack of dawn, Kerry stated she was lucky she was cute because otherwise he’d be pissed. V was still pissed it was his day off!
“He’s on his way! Impatient much?” Panam asked, sitting on the hood of V’s car, swinging her legs as V lit a cigarette. He wanted to question why Panam even had the codes to their house, but also remembered they haven’t gone a day where one of the three others weren’t already in their house by the time they woke up.
“There.” Panam pointed, to a car that was going like it’s ass was on fire, the driver was clearly way to relaxed to be driving that way, his arm lazily hanging out the window, sunglasses and a bandana covering his face. The car came to a screeching stop, and V could get a better look inside.
The first thing he noticed was the fucking child in the back. Calm as could be with a helmet on and smiling brightly in a homemade car seat. The driver hopped over the door, placing the sunglasses on the top of his head as the other three nomads and the child got out.
“Holy shit you weren’t joking.. You’re V!” One exclaimed, Panam grinning proudly. “And you are..?” V held his hand out to shake, the hand that gripped his was firm but V knew it was the driver he wanted. He already had a vague description of him and knew the one named “Venus Ambrose” was the one he wanted. Pretty name for guy that drove like hell and dressed like a wannabe cowboy.
“Shit man, I’m Allen! This is Olivia,” he gestured to a woman with short blue hair and black sunglasses, who waved. “Lucky,” he pointed to a person with a shaved head and a leather jacket with a familiar red face on it. “And this here is Riot-“ he pointed to the kid, whom V had SEVERAL questions about. But he did noticed the man didn’t introduce the driver.
Vax pointed. “Who’s that?” He asked, and Allen looked surprised that V even noticed him. He also noted that Panam mumbled something under her breath.
“Uh.. this here’s Venus. He’s not all that important though, not a damn thought-“ V raised a brow, taking off Johnny’s sunglasses and putting out the cigarette.
“Well it looks like it’s his lucky day. I’m here to meet Venus.” The driver perked up a bit, Allen looking a bit confused and Riot hiding behind Lucky’s legs. “So if you’ll let him come and introduce himself, that’d be great.” V crossed his arms, he had a feeling he could tell what was going on and wasn’t fucking having it today.
“Uh.. right, Ven?” The driver slowly came up, shaking V’s hand before uncovering him. And holy fuck he was gorgeous. His right hand was all chrome, black optics, V noted some golden cyberwear under his eyes and behind his ears that reminded him a bit of Kerry and Louise’s chrome. And long blonde hair that was obviously bleached and a tad bit of a bright red at the tips. V hadn’t been rendered this speechless over a guy since he met Kerry honestly. That could be seen as a good or bad thing.
“Nice to meet you. I’ve heard many good things about you back in the city.” V said, and it was true. The Afterlife had been mumbling of a new up and coming merc that V just had to meet. And luckily, Panam knew him. He just hadn’t expected him to be so.. pretty. He knew what the issue here was now.
“It’s great to finally meet you, V.” He had a slight accent that V could place as a mix of Night City and the south. “I’ve admired your work for a long time now, you’re the reason I became a Merc.” He said, standing up straight. He was a bit shorter than V, but the boots were giving him an advantage.
“Well, you’re in luck. I wanna work with you.” V smiled.
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Family Resemblance
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I had another 11pm brain worm.
Enjoy
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Daniel Wayne, the younger toddler brother of Bruce Wayne and the son of Martha and Thomas Wayne had been kidnapped the night their parents were murdered.
Daniel had been snagged the moment their killer heard people headed to the alley and Bruce in his state of shock didn't realize it until it was far to late and could only scream in horror (from everything) as his baby brother is crying his name. (If you wanna make it even more heart wrenching, make it Danny's first time being able to say Bruce's name right and/or Bruce had said some mean things to Danny earlier after he accidentally broke something of Bruce's, something like 'I wish youd go away' or 'I never wanted a brother, you're such a bother!')
Bruce is being held by Alfred as some police officers are chasing down the Wayne's parents killer while some stay behind to see if they could do something.
Minutes turn to hours and as they wait, praying the police at least found Danny, Bruce is ridden with guilt. From his parents death to allowing his brother to be kidnapped.
Eventually the police return to give Alfred and Bruce the news. And it's not good.
The killer escaped and Danny was nowhere to be found.
And it would take many years before he would be found.
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Bruce gets a call from Damian during school hours one day. When he answers he is greeted with Damian demanding him to get to the school and explain himself.
Confused Bruce asks what does he mean and Damian responds with
"The two new students in class today are the spitting images of you and I father! Either they are poorly created clones or you have more hidden blood children!"
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Meanwhile the very students being discussed are calling up someone too
"Ellie? Dan? What's wrong? You better not have made too much chaos already, I just paid for the uniforms for that place."
"DAD! I THINK ANOTHER ONE OF THE FRUITLOOPS FAILED CLONES SOMEHOW SURVIVED!"
"What?"
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I know Danny is canonically 5’5”
BUT
I like the idea of Danny being even shorter than that. A Danny whose just SO tiny that most people clock him as being either very weak, which doesn’t help with his ghost-bird bones, or being very adorable due to tinniness.
Regardless, he’s been viewed as an innocent figure. In reality though, he is absolutely “violence is always the option” type of short guy. Like he embodies the stereotype of being so short that he has privileges in hell energy.
That type of short guy.
So just imagine this tiny little creature-teenager-child staring up and up at this person, neck craned back just to look them in the face. Danny is frowning at them, this insufferable person whose immediate reaction was to patronize him because Danny was deceptively tiny.
And Danny just goes, “You shall never know peace again,” before picking them up like they weigh nothing but a handful of grapes and YEETS THEM.
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