Communication Error
Hero frowned. They signed with their hands as they spoke. "They don't have this on record."
Villain shrugged and signed back, "I doubt they think this is something 'important'."
"Of course it's important! There's such a huge difference between everyone thinking you're an asshole or just quiet and shy when you literally can't verbalize things." Hero abandoned their signs, hands waving in the air as they expressed their frustration.
"...I can speak."
Hero was startled. They turned to face Villain again. Their voice was so low they barely caught the words.
"I can't hear myself too well, but I can speak."
Hero blinked. "Oh. Oh. Hard of hearing, not mute?"
Villain nodded.
"Oh, I'm so sorry for assuming, then. It's still ridiculous, though! Surely they should have that on file and send someone appropriate to be your nemesis. I'm just a substitute! This shouldn't happen-" Their previous rant continued and Villain appreciated the expressive signs so they could easily nod along.
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Deaf Villain #8
“I have no clue what you’re saying right now,” Villain says interrupting Hero’s interrogation. “I would’ve let you continue until you finished and made you repeat everything to an interpreter but I’m getting bored.”
“...What?”
“I can’t read lips very well, I never had a knack for it, meaning I can’t even guess what you’re saying. So why don’t you get me someone who I’ll understand? Or, better yet, you could let me go and send me a letter I can read.”
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siren voiced villain who’s used to getting everything and always winning encounters a deaf hero
tw: mention of past dub-con
Villain had then up against the wall in seconds.
The hero stiffened instantly, their body thoroughly trapped against the villain’s. Those big eyes glistened into theirs, wide with fright, yet the villain was only amused by their blatant terror.
“How did someone like you end up on this side of town, hm?”
Hero said nothing, so the criminal pressed themselves flush against their body, trapping them even further against the brick. Their grip shifted up to their jaw, releasing their windpipe and pulling them closer to their face. Hero’s breathing seemed to pick up and their cheeks went a light pink colour, trying to pull away.
“You’re rather cute to look at, darling,” Villain purred, eyes flickering down to their lips. They felt tempted to run their thumb along the flesh. “Care to come home with me?”
As expected, the frightened little hero didn’t reply, so Villain took the liberty of slipping their hand into theirs, tangling their fingers together like laces. Villain moved from the wall and pulled the hero along, tilting their head to the side.
“Don’t resist now.”
In nothing short than a breath, the hero regained their composure and smacked the villain’s hand, scrambling away from them.
The action made Villain’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise. The hero shifted against the wall, itching to make a break for it, but the anger in the villain’s eyes had frozen them to the spot.
Trying again, the villain worked their powers further, lathering it on. “I said, don’t resist now.”
Hero didn’t respond.
The villain felt fustration grip their chest, turning to face the hero with a glare.
“Why isn’t it working?” They snapped, drawing closer to the hero with abrupt steps. The hero’s eyes shakily flickered about as they neared, throwing their hands up and signing:
‘You’re talking too fast, I can’t understand you.’
Villain’s lips curled into a snarl, their sharp eyes staring at the hero’s strange and frantic display.
“What’s that?” They demanded, still forcing their powers. “What are you doing?”
The hero tried again, their hands still trembling slightly. It seemed the villain was only growing more annoyed by the second, and soon they were dismissing Hero’s attempts at communication.
“I don’t understand,” the villain hissed, their brows faltering. “Why aren’t you doing as I say? Turn around.”
It was a simple, easy command. But Hero shakily raised their arms again, hands slower this time.
‘Why would I turn around?’
Villain liked pretty things and when they set their sights on something, they would always get it. Getting heroes to climb into their bed and have some fun was one of their favourite activities, and they had been more than happy to do it with this one. They should have been unable to resist the offer to come with them, but for some reason, this one had.
Villain’s eyes narrowed. Their voice was too powerful to resist. This hero was jittery, clumsy, an amateur – they had even heard them sneaking up from behind a mile away.
Hero signed something else that Villain couldn’t understand, before they deflated in embarrassment, and tapped their throat, and then their ear. The villain’s eyes widened a fraction as the realisation came crashing into them.
Oh. Hero was deaf.
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Any of you guys remember Judith?
if not, then that's ok because I've pretty much rewritten them entirely lol [as you can see from this lovely interaction ~_~]
I've recently fallen head over heels for what is essentially an OC at this point. Because what you knew as Judith is now gone. Judith-from-the-bank is now a 7-foot-tall enby in a peacoat and hat who will destroy you without mercy. 7'04" if you're wanting exact measurements [not including ears] I have a whole height chart thing I'll probably put out one day [Buster is 2'11" if you're curious].
In Tone Deaf, Judith controls the entire city, not just the bank. Buster is on extremely bad terms with them, and wow, look, conflict. They're stoic, sadistic, will sell you out in a heartbeat if it's to their benefit, etc. Buster refers to them as "all business and no soul" so even he's lost all hope of getting past their walls.
I love them dearly. Definitely gonna do more art with them.
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