Oh hey here’s the lil prolog thing I wrote for my DP x DC Leverage AU. I’m gonna actually write more of one day I swear but for now have this opening bit and feel free to use it as a prompt if you want :D
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The station went utterly quiet as they brought her in.
Room after room going as silent as the grave when the young woman in handcuffs stepped through the door. Chatter stopped. Bodies stilled. Heads turned. Eyes widened. It almost felt like everyone was too afraid to even breath as she walked by. Cops and crooks alike watching with fear and awe in equal measures as Jim Gordon led her past them to the interrogation room.
She didn’t give the gaping crowd any mind. Head tilted up at an angle, shoulders back, steps sure. The solid heals of her boots clicked upon the scuffed linoleum, echoing loud in the stifling quiet. Like a royal herald announcing her presence. She held herself like a queen, which was fitting Jim supposed. Until tonight, the only name anyone had to call her by was Queen.
The blood, unnervingly, only made her seem more regal.
Batman was already in the interrogation room when they arrived. Jim didn’t even have it in him to sigh at the broody bat looming in the corner. He knew he’d be there. There was no way he would miss the interrogation of someone they’d been chasing for so long. Especially not now considering…well.
Considering.
Jim largely ignored the vigilante in the corner as he moved through the familiar process of getting the young woman handcuffed in place to the table, starting the recording and rattling off the relevant details: date, time, the - many - charges the young woman had been arrested for. If he faltered over the victim’s name of the young woman’s most recent crime no one commented on it. In the corner, Batman watched and lurked. Nearly lost in the shadowy corner of the room while still being impossible to ignore.
They’d done this before. Good cop, bad vigilante. It was usually effective in getting the truth out of stubborn criminals.
Jim rather doubted it would work in this case.
“Please state your name for the record.” He said, only to be met with the same cool silence Queen had given everyone since her arrest. She shifted in her seat, not a nervous fidget but an easy, languid movement. Even the uncomfortable metal chair seemed like a throne when she was involved. Jim bit back a sigh. “We have your information. I’m asking as a courtesy.”
Queen tilted her head faintly, looking at him with something almost like amusement, one brow twitching slightly upward. “You’ll have to forgive my disbelief, Commissioner Gordon.” She said, polite as ever. “But I’m rather sure that you won’t find me in any system you run my fingerprints or face through.”
She was right about that. They’d tried a hundred times over the past few years she and her team had been operating in Gotham. Her face never appeared in any pictures or recordings - not even in her mugshot during processing, all that was visible was her red hair and a mess of corrupted visual data where her face should be. The most her fingerprints had ever led to where the other crimes they already knew she’d taken part in. Batman had done everything to try and circumvent whatever meta ability kept her from being recorded on film, had done even more to try and find her and her people in every system he and the Justice League had access to. Nothing. Jim had grumbled a few times about how Queen and her crew might as well be ghosts for all the proof that they existed officially.
Turned out, ghosts was exactly right.
“The Ghost Investigation Ward reached out to us two hours ago.” He said, leaning back in his own seat, watching her carefully. “I’ll repeat, Ms. Fenton, my asking is a courtesy.”
For the first time in the years he’d known her, Queen - real name Jasmine “Jazz” Fenton - looked scared. Beyond scared, even. Completely, and utterly terrified.
Her body went rigid, eyes growing wide, breath picking up as she sat up sharply. Any semblance of that calm, collected presence she always held even when she was at her most cornered and vulnerable vanished in an instant. He’d seen her breath in a cloud of Scarecrow’s Fear Toxin and laugh. Watched as Bane wrapped large hands around her throat and tilt her chin up to stare down at her attacker imperiously. A mobster pressed the barrel of a gun to her head and she’d smiled, coy and confidant and untouchable. Queen always, always was calm. Aggravatingly so, even. Utterly unshakable as she waltzed into every wild and insane situation carrying the undeniable air of one who was complete control of everything happening.
She hadn’t even looked scared when the Joker had held her hostage.
And now? Now all it had taken was those three words. Ghost Investigation Ward. A nonsense name for a government agency with a ridiculous purpose. And yet there the unshakable Queen sat, looking terrified out of her mind at the mere mention of them.
Not for the first time since he received that call, Jim Gordon felt uneasy.
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Okay, so I thought of two ways to rewrite the Sam and Nightshade scene to make it more interesting. But first I'd like to talk about why it didn't work for me.
Needs a conflict.
Sam needs better characterization.
(I know Sam is a one-off character who isn't going to get five pages of backstory. But Stevie was a one-off character in this same episode, and we got a lot more from him. Even a mini character arc.)
Okay, let's go!
Scenario #1:
I think Sam needs to bring the conflict to the scene. And one way to do that would to have her be biased against Transformers--in a more aggro way than Stevie, like a foil to him.
(Sidenote, I thought Sam deciding that she could trust Nightshade because they're nonbinary--not because they saved her from a mugger--was extremely silly. Queer robots can be evil; trans Skywarp would squash you where you stand.)
So in this scenario, Sam is less mild mannered and more of a punk. Leather jacket covered with patches with studs all over it! Chains around her neck! Wild hair! T-shirt with the arms ripped off and "SHE / THEY" written on it in magic marker. The "SHE" starts with the Stussy S that we all drew in middle school.
Punk Sam actually tries to fight the guy mugging her, but Nightshade sees the mugger has a gun and swoops in to save her.
So Sam is on the roof with Nightshade, putting up her dukes and trash-talking to cover how scared she is of this giant robot.
Sam: You want some of this, you dirty 'Con? I'll punch you so hard you'll fly all the way back to your home planet!
Nightshade: Please don't, I fear you will injure your hand. And for your information I am not a Decepticon and I am on my home planet. Rude.
Sam: Oh please! Everyone knows all the flying robots are bad guys.
Nightshade (raises an eyebrow): That is a gross generalization. And why exactly did this 'bad guy' robot *puts their fingers on their chest with a flourish* prevent you from being grievously injured by a miscreant?
Sam (reluctantly lowers her fists): Eh, I could've handled him. Why do you talk like that? You swallow a dictionary, green bean?
Nightshade: If only one could absorb words so easily! No, I simply read a lot. Though it does mean my siblings don't always understand me . . .
Sam: Buddy, you and me both.
And then Sam and Nightshade bond, and it turns out Sam has three brothers, one of whom doesn't respect that she's nonbinary and keeps calling her "little lady" to taunt her. Nightshade is shocked by the thought of family being unsupportive, but consoles her and encourages her to focus on the support of her two other siblings, of her friends, and most importantly to have faith in herself. (Also they paraphrase Tarantulas during this part because we love a callback.)
Nightshade is thrilled to learn the word "nonbinary", and before Sam departs, she self-consciously asks Nightshade if they can give her a ride in their owl form.
Nightshade: *arches a brow* Are you sure you want a ride from an "evil" flying Transformer?
Sam: Whaaat? Who said that? Point me at 'em, I'll punch their lights out.
Nightshade: *chuckles and transforms* That won't be necessary.
So Nightshade drops off Sam in her neighborhood, and the twist is that Stevie is actually one of Sam's (supportive) brothers, and she spots him just as he finishes changing the graffiti to "Transformers are home", and she nods approvingly.
Scenario #2:
Non-punk Sam; she looks the same as in the show except her pins are mostly space related, and in addition to the "she/they" pin she has one that says "nonbinary." Sam is also going to provide the conflict in this scenario, but this time the conflict is internal, as we will see.
So Nightshade saves Sam from the mugger and hovers in midair with Sam in their hand, fifty feet above the ground. This version of Sam doesn't quietly freeze when she's scared, she flips out.
Sam: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!
Nightshade: It's all right, you're safe now. :D
Sam: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
Nightshade: Er, my name is Nightshade, my pronouns are--
Sam: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
Nightshade (more and more desperate to calm Sam down, sees a pin on Sam's bag): Oh, "nonbinary"! That's a computer language, is it not?
Sam (stops screaming with comedic abruptness): Um, no? It means people who aren't female or male.
Nightshade (delighted): Oh my . . . like me!
Sam: Whoa, really? Me too. I mean . . . *gestures towards pins* . . . obviously, ha ha.
Sam: . . . *looks at the ground, still far below*
Sam: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
Cut to a scene of the other Maltos, then cut back to Sam and Nightshade, who have now landed on a roof and are chatting comfortably. Sam is into astronomy and Nightshade, Science Nerd, is happy to learn new science facts.
Nightshade: . . . and so a moderate star such as our own sun can eventually expand into a much larger Red Giant? How wondrous! Oh, I must tell my siblings all this . . . *sighs* Yet I wonder if it will keep their interest.
Sam: *laughs* Science isn't everyone's thing, but there are lots of ways to enjoy the stars, you know? When I was little my parents and I would lie in the grass and look at the constellations.
Nightshade: The what?
Sam: Look, I'll show you *points* Trace a line between those four stars--
Nightshade: How?
Sam: *smiles* Just in your mind. They form a rectangle, right? Now look at that line of three stars beside it and imagine they're a handle. That's the Big Dipper. And the Little Dipper pours into it.
Nightshade: In my mind as well?
Sam: *laughs* Exactly. You have to use your imagination. Some people see them as something totally different, like bears or caribou, all kinds of things . . . and some constellations are even more abstract. Like check out Aries, the ram. *traces it in the sky* And over there, that's Tauros the bull. Those two stars are his horns, that one's his eye--
Nightshade: *gasps* Isn't a bull similar to a cow? Oh, I must show Tauros to my siblings! Praytell, are there any owls?
Sam: Not that you can see from here-- *phone buzzes as she receives a text* Hang on a sec . . . My mom's asking where I am.
Nightshade: Oh dear, I did not mean to make your family worry.
Sam: *finishes texting back* It's cool, I told her I'll be a little late 'cause I'm hanging with a friend.
Nightshade: *looks extremely flattered / pleased* I can give you a ride home, if you wish.
Sam: That would be great! Just one sec . . . *is removing the 'she/they' and 'nonbinary' pins from her bag and putting them in a side pocket*
Nightshade: Why are you removing your adornments?
Sam: Oh, uh, it's just . . . I don't want my parents to see, you know?
Nightshade: No, I do not. *clasps hands around knee, tilts head* Is it a surprise?
Sam: More like a secret.
Nightshade: They do not know you're nonbinary? *concerned* Would that upset them?
Sam: Oh, no. My parents are cool, they wouldn't be mad. It's just . . . *clasps her hands together, looks down at her lap* I don't know. I've always been 'their little girl' and I don't want to ruin that for them.
Nightshade: I don't understand. You are who you are. *remembers Tarantulas's words* And it is a gift to know yourself so young.
Sam: I think I know myself, but what if . . . *bites her lip* What if I tell my parents and then it turns out all their expectations were right and I was wrong? What if I disappoint them over nothing?
Nightshade: Perhaps they will not think that seeking the truth is nothing', or ''disappointing'? Regardless of what that truth turns out to be?
Sam: *sighs heavily* Sometimes it's just easier to be what you 'should' be. What people expect.
Nightshade: . . . *gazes at the sky* How beautiful are the stars.
Sam: Yeah . . .
Nightshade: Why, Sam! You were playing a joke on me, weren't you? There is an owl constellation.
Sam: *slight smile* Sorry N.S., not in this hemisphere.
Nightshade: I must correct you. I see it clearly. *traces stars with their finger* There is the wing . . . the eyes burning brightly . . . and another wing. Sentry, the Owl.
Sam: That's not a real constellation. You just . . . made it up.
Nightshade: What makes it less real than a crooked line that people call a ram or a rectangle they see as a bear? *deftly picks the she/they pin out of the side pocket* What makes this *puts their finger on 'she'* more real than this? *puts their finger on 'they'*
Sam: . . . *stares at the pin, then the stars, eyes wet*
Nightshade: *gently* The lines are not etched in the sky, but in our minds, are they not? And so what is to stop us from drawing our own? *after several moments* Ready to go home?
Sam: One sec. *takes the she/they and nonbinary pins and pins them back on their bag* Now I am.
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Character Spotlight: Sam Mayfield
I realized I never gave y'all our sweet Sam's introduction so here it is! 😊
Sam Mayfield was born and raised in New Jersey. His family was well off and so he had the golden start to life. Expensive schools, good grades, a loving home life, everything a kid could ever dream of. Then, his dad was killed in a classic store robbery when he was seventeen. That golden start quickly soured.
He and his mom moved into the city, in a tiny apartment across the street from a shitty bar and boxing ring. He got his GED and started working at a small diner to pay rent while his mom struggled with substance abuse. It was this very job that introduced him to a very sassy red head. The two didn't hit it off straight away. He was sweet and she was salty. They were polar opposites and yet he found her foul mouth and bruises endearing.
Months later they would become friends and eventually they would become lovers, but they remained opposites. Sam became Officer Mayfield and Lena remained herself, foul mouthed and salty. Sam wanted a house outside the city, a dog, kids, a garden and a white picket fence and Lena just didn't. And so, their torrid love affair ended but their friendship remained.
Sam is thoughtful and sweet. He's confident and strong. He's a good man and (in everyone's opinion) the only good cop in the city. He's shy and smart with a taste for simple food and good friends. An all around good, golden boy.
All pictures were found on Pinterest. The actors name is Lucas Till.
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