"Please—I-I told you everything! The kids'll be there! I swear!" The man, currently chained spread eagle and naked over a factory smokestack in Gotham's industrial district, is beginning to squeal an alarming octave echoing down through the enormous piping below.
"Oh, I know that," Midnighter responds as he sits squatting on the wide rim of the smokestack.
"Wh-what—What else do you want?! Just let me go!"
"No, no," he tells him with a calm voice, only to pluck at one of the chains to start another rash of screams. "You're here for a purpose."
"Wh-what? What are you talking about?!"
"You're bait for bigger prey," Midnighter gleefully tells him. But his attention is on the darkness around them, listening for an unnatural wind to swoop beside him. Or punch him. That'll do fine.
He is absolutely not, in any way, shape or form, in the mood for Midnighter's bullshit tonight. Is he still going to take the bait because the alternative is worse? Yes.
He is going to be cranky about it, though. He is an inch from being fully in heat, his 'fake alpha' scent mask is not going to hold all that long, and he's just physically... miserable. Just... hot and itchy and turned on and does not want to be here.
He does less swooping than dropping straight down.
"Would you," he growls, "stop making me rescue villains."
"All you have to do is stop falling for it. Maybe then I'd learn my lesson." But judging by his wide grin, they both know that won't happen. The villain in question, a piece of shit child trafficker who lost everything once Midnighter got his hands on him, has been forgotten now that the Batman has arrived. The children have been saved thanks to his intel and given to more well-known vigilantes. Ones that the public could love.
The force with which the Batman commands him to follow makes him shiver. He does so immediately, leaving the man naked and tied to the smokestack howling with panic.
"W-wait, what about me?1 You can't just—"
"Actually, I can!" Midnighter corrects him with delight. "And I'm going to. The police will come get you eventually."
Then Midnighter follows the dark knight into the shadows within the Gotham's industrial district.
Bruce does not hang around to wait and see what's going on. He has got to get out of here before the police arrive. He does not like having to trust Mid will stay on the right side of the kill line, even with evidence that he will.
Once he's deeper into the district, away from even dim street lamps, he starts sort of... breaking down. Keeps a gloved hand on the wall for balance.
Once he hits the wall - metaphorical - on continuing to physically move and has reached a specific warehouse destination (with a safehouse hidden inside) he stops, fumbles for keys at his belt and tosses them to Mid. "Get it open."
His voice is still bitingly short. He sounds like he's in pain.
Midnighter can smell the distress wafting off of him, but as for its origin he can't surmise yet. His statistical analysis suggests an injury. Perhaps he's bleeding out. That seems contradictory; if he were bleeding, wouldn't he suture himself up first? Does he need Midnighter to do the job?
Whatever it is, Midnighter doesn't stand around to question it, not yet at least. His hands work fast on the lock sealing aways one of Batman's safehouses. Frankly, he feels very lucky to see it. The heavy doors slide open with little resistance, and are shut just as easily with his strength.
"Tell me you didn't come out to save that scumbag when you're injured. You could've had one of your birds fly by."
He gets inside and the lights on. The warehouse is, first and foremost, a warehouse. There is a lot of empty space, the ceilings are incredibly high so the lights that come on are well above them.
"No."
Just that, as he starts peeling off his gloves.
Which should add some 'tipping into heat' into his scent, since skin is exposed. Drops the gloves and reaches up to disarm his cowl, while moving directly toward a cabinet. A well stocked cabinet, because it's him and that includes medical supplies.
Which means he can, at least, try to knock some edge off via sedation.
"Then—" Puzzling this out falls by the wayside, much like the glove the Batman impatiently yanked off his hand. He has his answer there on the ground. A better one than any words he might've used.
Midnighter's steel-toed combat boots crunch under the grit of the concrete floor as he carefully, step by step, follows after the retreating man. He retrieves it where it fell and crushes the leather to his nose. The pheromones and sweat, the dead skin still clinging to the fabric, it might all turn into 1s and 0s for his computer brain to process, but from that input comes a very organic and animalistic output.
Like a punch to the stomach, a guttural breath pushes out of Midnighter, louder as it continues until the low growl morphs into a throaty laugh. if that doesn't raise the hair on the back of the Batman's neck, nothing will.
Whatever the dark knight plans to do is no longer within his reach. Suddenly he is pulled several meters back across the warehouse flooring, held tight by steely arms and a body to match.
"I knew it. I knew it," are the words murmured into the sweat damp hair just above the Batman's ear.
Unfortunately, he is not afraid of the Batman when he's in a state like this. What's left of his strength will soon bend to Midnighter's body naturally. So he takes it, his nose crushed from the back of the Dark Knight's head. Lined with carbon fiber, the Batman would have cracked his damn skull on him, so Midnighter throws his head back with him to dissipate the harm.
"Or what, buttercup? You're not gonna get far," he growls. Warm blood is flowing from his broken nose, and Midnighter wipes it across the back of his neck, marking him.
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Date: 2023-02-04 06:43 pm (UTC)"Oh, I know that," Midnighter responds as he sits squatting on the wide rim of the smokestack.
"Wh-what—What else do you want?! Just let me go!"
"No, no," he tells him with a calm voice, only to pluck at one of the chains to start another rash of screams. "You're here for a purpose."
"Wh-what? What are you talking about?!"
"You're bait for bigger prey," Midnighter gleefully tells him. But his attention is on the darkness around them, listening for an unnatural wind to swoop beside him. Or punch him. That'll do fine.
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Date: 2023-02-04 10:51 pm (UTC)He is going to be cranky about it, though. He is an inch from being fully in heat, his 'fake alpha' scent mask is not going to hold all that long, and he's just physically... miserable. Just... hot and itchy and turned on and does not want to be here.
He does less swooping than dropping straight down.
"Would you," he growls, "stop making me rescue villains."
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Date: 2023-02-04 11:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2023-02-20 05:07 pm (UTC)"With me. Now."
They're leaving.
Yes. Both of them. The police can finish doing their jobs.
...also Mid? Good job. Thanks. All that shit he just isn't going to say.
He needs out.
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Date: 2023-02-20 10:18 pm (UTC)"W-wait, what about me?1 You can't just—"
"Actually, I can!" Midnighter corrects him with delight. "And I'm going to. The police will come get you eventually."
Then Midnighter follows the dark knight into the shadows within the Gotham's industrial district.
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Date: 2023-02-21 12:31 am (UTC)Once he's deeper into the district, away from even dim street lamps, he starts sort of... breaking down. Keeps a gloved hand on the wall for balance.
Once he hits the wall - metaphorical - on continuing to physically move and has reached a specific warehouse destination (with a safehouse hidden inside) he stops, fumbles for keys at his belt and tosses them to Mid. "Get it open."
His voice is still bitingly short. He sounds like he's in pain.
Because he is.
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Date: 2023-02-21 12:50 am (UTC)Whatever it is, Midnighter doesn't stand around to question it, not yet at least. His hands work fast on the lock sealing aways one of Batman's safehouses. Frankly, he feels very lucky to see it. The heavy doors slide open with little resistance, and are shut just as easily with his strength.
"Tell me you didn't come out to save that scumbag when you're injured. You could've had one of your birds fly by."
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Date: 2023-02-21 12:58 am (UTC)"No."
Just that, as he starts peeling off his gloves.
Which should add some 'tipping into heat' into his scent, since skin is exposed. Drops the gloves and reaches up to disarm his cowl, while moving directly toward a cabinet. A well stocked cabinet, because it's him and that includes medical supplies.
Which means he can, at least, try to knock some edge off via sedation.
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Date: 2023-03-21 12:35 am (UTC)Midnighter's steel-toed combat boots crunch under the grit of the concrete floor as he carefully, step by step, follows after the retreating man. He retrieves it where it fell and crushes the leather to his nose. The pheromones and sweat, the dead skin still clinging to the fabric, it might all turn into 1s and 0s for his computer brain to process, but from that input comes a very organic and animalistic output.
Like a punch to the stomach, a guttural breath pushes out of Midnighter, louder as it continues until the low growl morphs into a throaty laugh. if that doesn't raise the hair on the back of the Batman's neck, nothing will.
Whatever the dark knight plans to do is no longer within his reach. Suddenly he is pulled several meters back across the warehouse flooring, held tight by steely arms and a body to match.
"I knew it. I knew it," are the words murmured into the sweat damp hair just above the Batman's ear.
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Date: 2023-08-18 02:48 am (UTC)"Let. Me. Go."
It's still Batman and he's still not a big fan of just being grabbed at, thank you very much, you horny asshole.
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Date: 2023-08-18 04:14 am (UTC)"Or what, buttercup? You're not gonna get far," he growls. Warm blood is flowing from his broken nose, and Midnighter wipes it across the back of his neck, marking him.