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Everything special about you came out of a bottle.

From Art Student to Super Solider to Werewolf. He'd volunteered for the experiment that made him a super soldier. He hadn't signed up to be injected with the cocktail that had turned him into this.

The Battle of New York hadn't gone badly, but it hadn't gone as well as it could have. The world was a different place, if you looked hard enough. Steve's new nature was sort of like that. Almost normal if you didn't look beyond the surface, but underneath.... Underneath something deeply flawed, dangerous and dark.

He had stuck with SHIELD for a while, doing what clean up he could. Once he was changed, though? No. He left New York, and kept moving. He never, ever boarded a plane or a train - too confined, not enough opportunities to bail - but cars and on foot and the occasional bus took him to wherever he was going.

He stayed superficially warm and friendly, but he never got too close and never, ever spent the night with anyone. It ran counter his social nature, doubly so now, but he didn't trust anyone or anything. He looked for answers, for the woman responsible, and, hell, while he was at it Bucky.

Was he more on the run and trying to shake a tail or be the tail? He wasn't real sure.

By the time it got cold though, he knew he had to stop - for a while, anyway. Regroup and go to ground. The instinct driving that was wolf. The need for it was just human; Steve was tired.

Just before winter set in for earnest, with snow already in the air, he found a piece of land in North Dakota owned by a retiree flying south. He made it his in exchange for keeping the place up, the pipes from freezing and keeping the man's Shepherd fed. Within a week of the guy going, snow fall had begun in earnest, temperatures had plummeted and the dog had stopped pissing itself every time Steve walked into the room.

He had some kind of company, a fireplace, supplies laid in and a place to... den up for the winter. Now he just had to make it through the months until spring, without killing anybody or being found out.

Come find him, Bucky.

knightbynight

Batman is aggressively Alpha, in every way - demeanor, voice, bearing and body language... and scent.

The playboy is a beta. Free to associate and cavort (and fuck) anyone he chooses, with almost no complications, but otherwise... boring.

There's more than one kind of mask, and Bruce has more personas than just Batman. Most of those personas are a lot more solid than the actual man.

Who is an Omega.

A thing exactly one person has figured out.

He's walks to join her on a balcony of some hotel, glass in his hand wearing the costume of the playboy. Not a single native scent on his skin, smelling of nothing particular except some expensive aftershave that doesn't suit him.

"Fancy meeting you here."

High society's not fun, but this game? Can be. For a little while. After that there's always rooftops and alleys and the docks. Or just him trying to stop her from robbing Gotham blind (he doesn't care, rob the rich assholes. The game there is the important part)

knightbynight

Bruce primary residence - the most public, well known, and likely to be visited Wayne property - was in Gotham.

It was far from the only one, for many reasons. One of those is the sheer impracticality of being a wolf living their entire life in an urban area, even if that house had extensive grounds.

Bruce loved - worked in, lived in, protected and some nights outright stalked (albeit in fur) the streets of - Gotham, but there was something to be said for a hundred or so acres of woods and a cabin in Maine.

That property had been in the family as long as the Manor. The cabin was much simpler and less improved, though of course still very nice. It was maintained most of the time by locals hired to be groundskeepers, who were given time off (and firm instructions to stay away) when Bruce was there.

He was well away from the cabin, in the decent light of a full moon when he caught the scent of - and then heard - something coming rapidly through the woods. More than one something.

He went from a relaxed trot to a sprint in a matter of seconds.

For one thing, that wasn't a deer and definitely sounds like a chase.

For another, he was a wolf and he did not tolerate trespassing. Something about territory.

ihateflying

He's delivered Luke to Tatooine, but did not stay - not yet, anyway.

Changing the temple broad cast from a beacon and recall to a warning was not without consequence. He was already an incredibly recognizable Jedi, but now he is both incredibly recognizable and no longer presumed dead.

He doesn't regret it. With the passage of time, Order 66 and Jedi will fade from the forefront of the Empire's attention, he will be less recognizable. Most will forget he exists, and even those who don't will assume he's died.

For now, he needs to find somewhere else to be. Somewhere that was neutral in the war, and without a lot of activity. Somewhere with enough... presence in the force to provide a bit of a shield.

He's clean, in fresh clothes and his beard is trimmed, but he's physically and emotionally raw. It's all fresh enough that Anakin's hand prints are still bruised into his forearms when he lands on Exandria.

The port at Tal'Dorei is the only one on the planet. Even at that it's far from a bustling hub of activity. He doesn't intend to stop where he is for long, but move to even more remote areas. He'll need to find transport and more supplies first.

...He also needs to stop, if only for a day or two.

It's as he's hoisting his bag onto his shoulder that he feels... something beyond the eerie shifting feel of this planet. Seconds later he spots a familiar face - or thinks he does. He considers leaving, but very quickly realizes that won't work.

Because that familiar face is looking back.

So he starts walking over, fully prepared for a trap (and fight).

(He wouldn't expect Zerxus to be hostile but he didn't expect Anakin, either. His confidence in these matters is somewhat shaken)

knightbynight

He could just wait for her to discover the article on her own, and leave them to both ignore the thing's existence. It's a valid option, and one he has taken before.

There is a difference that changes his actions this time, though, and it's not the focus on his eligibility or unearthing Barbara's traumatic history. Both of those things are unpleasant, but in exactly the way neither one of them want to talk about.

The difference this time is the speculation and innuendo about them together

Making it a 'them' issue, not a 'me' or 'you' one.

So, he walks in with two cups of coffee, held by their handles in one hand, and uses the other to flip the newspaper onto her desk.

"You should read that."

Then gets her coffee set down and drops himself into a chair (without spilling his coffee, of course). The move is light and graceful, totally without edge or danger but not actually practiced. His expression though? ...Worried, and frustrated. Almost, but not quite crossing into anger. At least to someone who knows him as well as Barbara does.

knightbynight

Bruce isn't happy about the announcement that he's been paired off to Zerxus. It isn't personal; he wouldn't be happy about anyone having his file.

He's just... differently unhappy with this particular pairing. It would always feel like his privacy and autonomy were being stripped away, that he was being made exposed and vulnerable, losing agency and control. This case? It feels like the balance is being thrown and he's losing something else -- a friend, or at least someone who could have been one.

He doesn't seek the other man out when he is informed, but he doesn't avoid, either.

In fact, he parks himself on the deck railing with a cup of coffee and... waits (and, really, broods).

fightcoded

knightbynight

[He finds Carver without too much time wasted. Navigates the traps and pitfalls and threats with some caution and a lot of appreciation for what they tell him about the man behind them. He arrives wearing black and peeling off a mask--

but not the cowl. Just a black mask that hides his face and disguises his eyes. Tosses that aside and holds up a bottle.]

You wanted a drink.

[Top shelf You bet your ass.]

knightbynight

[ She narrowed her location down for him too much for her to not expect him to find her. It wasn't just safehouse, it was safe house she remembered.

That she, from the future, reached out to let him know she was hurt isn't exactly a strong indicator that she's trying to hide from him, either.

It still takes some time. Not too much.

He walks in, dressed in black (of course) but nondescript clothes. It isn't designer, it isn't a cowl and cape. Just black jeans and t-shirt - to find her on the couch.]

That's the ugliest piece of furniture I've ever seen. Have you done anything about your injuries besides call me a bitch?

knightbynight

These charity events are not terribly rare, serve to keep his facade in place, and actually help charity. They are a necessary part of his life.

They also exhaust him. Both on the level of social interaction and need to wear a mask a lot more taxing for him than the cowl will ever be - playboy, Beta, flirt.

Which is why, while he's friendly, chatty, a little stupid and a lot charming, he ultimately heads out to a balcony. He won't be lone there, but there will at least be fewer people, lower lights and fresh air.

He walks out with a glass, and flashes an easy smile. "I'm glad you were able to join us. I hope you weren't expecting me not to return the favor and join you." You're not getting privacy, Remy. You're hot, and also he's not going back in there just yet.

turdusmigratoriusmortuus

[So, maybe he should have considered the ramifications of breaking his shoulder in a motorcycle accident, but maybe he made a choice and the choice was Killer Croc is trying to eat my baby brother and I can yeet a motorcycle onto him.

The real choice - the one that is has a ramification - wasn't his, anyway. It was Damian's, dragging him back to the Batmobile and driving it straight to the cave and then dumping him there. That little bastard was going to pay.

Unfortunately, the worst of the ramification is that Alfred found him, and now Jason is in the pack room up in the manor with a sling, drugged to the gills, and huffing the smell of a blanket that Alfred left with him like a lunatic.]

Stop hiding I can smell you.

[He says that to the door, which is now open.]

knightbynight

Batman - Alpha (presenting)
Playboy Bruce - Beta (presenting)
Reality - Omega (scent blockers/suppressants).

Probably. Can also shuffle those to about in many ways if desired for fun and profit.

Canon, cross canon, gen, smut, domestic fluff, god awful angst -- it's all welcome. Also in any role you prefer. If you want him lmk and I'll get a start going or you can post one here. That is all.

Yes. Yes I am into this stuff.

knightbynight

You know what the biggest problem with being under a collapsed building is? They can't use explosives to get out.

At least not this one. Not unless they want the entire building crashing down on them.

Bruce, for one, might prefer that to the implications of being trapped in a 6X10 space with Barbara. For multiple reasons. Some of them being that she is terrifying, one of them being that if she's here she isn't somewhere else being terrifying to people in a position to help, and many, many more what she's going to find out about him.

What she probably thinks is going to happen - or would be reasonable to think - is that when his scent blockers wear off it's going to be too alphas in a confined space and all the more manageable complications that come from that. Or, maybe, the beta the playboy pretends to be.

What is actually going to happen is that he's going to get exposed.

That's actually the secondary priority.

The first is him activating an emergency light and tossing it into the middle of the space so he can see her.

"Are you injured?"

Whether he is or not isn't even on his list of priorities.

knightbynight

You know what Omega-verse is. Take it and make it your own. Do porn, do gen, do family shit, do world building. It's a fun damn trope and I WANT IT ALL. Join the comm, start threads, jump into threads, do 'searching for' posts, whatever.