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[hobbitholmes]

❄️ WINTER

I don't wanna change your mind
But I don't wanna go home tonight
Tell me no or I'm coming over

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bruce wayne/batman | dceu

[menarebrave]

[chuju]

[ Christmas came and went, a week stretching by while Daisy Johnson drowned in loneliness and tried not to be crushed under the weight of having to save the world. Again. The burden of it brought old memories back to the surface, nightmares haunting her sleep and clinging to her waking moments until finally, she decided to just give in.

It's early on a Saturday when she drives her van to the address he's given her during their first meeting. It's everything she'd expect of someone of his reputation — the one the public knows about, anyway. Too big for anyone to actually live in, and more room than she'd ever know what to do with. Not that she's ever actually had a place of her own...

Approaching the door with a duffel bag slung over her shoulder, she takes a deep breath as it begins to snow, the big puffy flakes of an afternoon that's warmed up to just at freezing. And then she rings the bell. ]

[menarebrave]

[ At least the lake house must come off far less intimidating than the broken, battered, and caved in Wayne Manor. Despite the reputation as well, it's Bruce himself that answers the door. Alfred has other duties--namely working on repairing the Batsuit while Bruce himself works on the scans, paperwork, and finding of other metahumans.

Today he's dressed in a work shirt and jeans. Just enough to be jarring from the business man she had encountered before. ]

Ms. Johnson. I hope you found the place easily enough.

[chuju]

It wasn't too bad.

[ It feels incredibly strange to be having what equates to small talk with Bruce Wayne. If she'd been chatting with him as Quake and Batman, the whole thing would feel a whole lot more natural, but this? At least he's not in a suit this time. That helps.

Gesturing at the rather ridiculous-looking house, she can't help but ask one burning question. ] Don't you feel exposed out here?

they say london's burning down once again.

[oldhound]

[ Outside of the initial contact and a message or two in order to give over other magical contact info for Bruce, their talking was minimal. Best for all involved to keep any engagement brief and not easily tracked.

There's a growing feeling of unease that comes as time passes on. Like the entire world is holding its collective breath. For all their talk of preparing, or trying to, there's nothing at all that can prepare for this. There's a feeling pricking up his spine uncomfortably, magic reacting in a way he's unfamiliar with but heralds nothing good at all. The call comes in from one of Helen's old colleagues, Declan, but they're cut off with only enough time for him to hear Get out of London. Get out now---.

Then Rosie's voice from the stairs where she's woken up. Papa, the wards are being funny. ] I know, sweetheart. Do us a favor and go on and get your trainers, yeah? Coat too.

[ The power goes in the next instant and air raid sirens of all bloody things sound. His stomach drops as he fumbles for his mobile and calls Bruce's number. He heads for the stairs at the sounds of explosions, he thinks? The line is still ringing when he gathers Rosie up to get her the rest of the way down. He hears her sniffle against his shirt and kisses her forehead quickly. ] Steady, I've got you.

[ He starts in on setting her down so he can get her shoes and coat on properly. The call doesn't go through and he sets the phone down to finish getting her dressed warm enough, grabbing his own shoes and coat as well. ]

[menarebrave]

[ Best for the both of them, and also, a way for Bruce to show that he respects Constantine's decision. While he still thinks the man would be an asset? He isn't going to force a father onto the front lines. He gave the man whatever kind of protection he could offer... but, he knew it wasn't much. Not when it comes to something like this. He's just a man. Constantine has magic, Diana is an Amazon... sometimes he wonders what he can do to bring all these powerful people together.

Then, an arrow is sent to Greece. He only knows about it because Diana sent him an e-mail. She was going to be on her way to Gotham to explain it. That is what he had been expecting before the news exploded about an attack on London. An attack that rivaled what happened in Metropolis just a few years ago.

ALIEN ATTACK AS LONDON HOLDS MEMORIAL FOR SUPERMAN ON LONDON BRIDGE.

'The bell cannot be unrung!'

Bruce pushes himself up from the monitors in the Batcave and is already at the phone. He's dialing Constantine up immediately, but the sinking feeling settles in again as he hears 'Your call cannot be completed as dialed--.' There's a rising sort of panic in his chest. Even as he steps up into the living room of the glass house to join Alfred in watching the screens? All he can think about is standing there that afternoon in Metropolis and watching Wayne Financial fall... ]

'Master Wayne, is it...'

No, it's not Kryptonian. [ Bruce can hear himself answer the question, even if he feels distant. ] It's something much bigger than that.

[ His gaze turns to Alfred. ] Calls aren't connecting. They've already taken out the communication grid. Probably the power grid as well.

[oldhound]

[ The call fails to connect before there's the sound of a beeping tone. One that signals that the network connection has been lost. Once Rosie is ready to go, and John is tugging the rest of his things on, he hunkers down to get his daughter's attention. He smiles, even if he doesn't feel it. ]

There's my brave girl, eh? I need you to do something for me, you're gonna hold on tight to me. [ A sniffle and a nod. She's shivering, it's got nothing to do with the cold and everything to do with adrenaline. She's not used to the way John is, and he has no intention of it ever becoming such a regular occurrence that she does. ] And if something happens, and you and I get separated, you do that little trick I showed you. You hide until me or who comes for you?

Uncle Bruce or Auntie Di.

Exactly right, how'd you get so smart? [ It's all her mother, not him. Has to be. Explosions are coming closer now, the sound of ....some kind of screeching? Inhuman at any rate but not like anything he's heard before and he's heard quite a lot. There's no time to grab anything than what they've already got on, and he mutters a quick incantation over the little bracelet his daughter always wears. It glows and hums and then it dies out. ] Off with us, then.

[ He picks her up, holding her close, and heads out the door, refusing to spare a glance back at the house. Everything they have is there. Everything they have of Helen outside of that little bangle and a ring he wears. Just another way she said he surprised her at the end of the day. He gets on the front steps and screams, human this time, start to filter through. The city center itself is burning, he can see it coloring the horizon. ]

Close your eyes. Hold on tight.

john constantine | constantine/hellblazer

[hellblaze]

this is me seeing where the winds take us

[stayinthevision]

Zed's learned by now that approaching John out of the blue sometimes can have unexpected results, but she also knows that what she wants to ask him about isn't really the kind of thing that should be discussed over the phone, even if he was the sort of person who talked on the phone.

So, when she approaches, she just does so without too much hesitation, but she clears her throat to announce herself beforehand, just in case he's engrossed in one of his complicated spells or something equally distracting.

"Do you have a minute?"

;A; sails forward

[hellblaze]

Distracting material this evening would be the fact of one large book beside the scry map. He has a glass of gin beside him, eyes scanning over one of the countless books that Jasper owned. There's so many people that he could think that would pay a pretty penny for these.

He raises his gaze towards the full set of curly hair staring at him. His head tilts and his eyebrows jump up.

"Oh, loads of minutes, luv." John lets a lazy grin spread over his face. "Depends on what I'm spending all those loads of minutes on."

@lovescold

[hellblaze]

(continued from here)

"People are always afraid of what they can't understand, luv. Fact of human nature. It's why they create the boogeyman or scary spirits that are the cause of their ills." He paused. "Sometimes, though, it is because of the spirits or the boogeyman."

John raised his eyebrows at her. He tapped his fingers on the chair he sat in.

"What if it's more dangerous to don't go knocking first? What if, it would come knocking anyways?" John leaned forward then, gesturing to her. "Better to be in a position of power and be ahead of the game, innit?"

[lovescold]

"That's exactly why I don't want to give anyone more of a reason to think I'm dangerous. Of course, I've tried hiding my powers before, and everything ended up just as badly as it would have if I'd shown what I can do." So, she won't be trying that tactic here, but that didn't mean she wanted to freely use her powers when she could either.

"How is that supposed to work when I'm a spirit myself? Never mind, I don't expect you to know the answer." She frowned because she didn't mean to say that last part, but it was the truth.

"You're not wrong, of course. Sometimes it's better to have made the first move. Of course, this is all assuming that I can even connect with them. Unless-" She glanced sidelong at him. "You said you can do magic too, at least when it works." If their individual powers are limited, what would happen if they were to try working together? She couldn't know if he would even be willing, but it was still something to consider.

look i just need something silly while we sort the rest of it out. pre or post sitcomd? idk.

[weirdavenger]

Did you change the password to my Netflix account?

how about pre, just to warm things up ho ho ho (want tv or comics john?)

[hellblaze]

luv i can barely operate a bloody phone. what makes you think i'd even have your netflix account?

remember that orpheus and eurydice we planned?! sick of me yet?!

[chicartista]

[ john was dead.

there was nothing she could do about it. he had died and she hadn't been able to help him. what was the purpose of him being the one person who could believe her visions when her visions couldn't help him?

he had told her that he was damned tartarus and there was nothing anyone could do about it. she wonders if that was one of the reasons he pushed her away so much. she had known they were connected before they even met. but she hadn't expected just how deep that connection would go. how much she actually fall for him - which was probably another reason he pushed her away. except the more john pushed the more determined she was to stay.

then john died.

and zed went to the underworld.

it hadn't been that hard to find the underworld. she may have been cursed so that no one believed her visions but it didn't change what they could do. and they led her right to hades or maybe led her to john. zeus may have cursed her but athena had given her her visions and somehow for some reason connected her to john.

"do you love him?" hades asked.

zed stands in front of his throne. she's never said these words outloud. she's never even really thought about it in those terms before. because somehow she's always loved him even before they met. it was always there so much so it felt natural. as natural as breathing, it was a part of her - john was, in some strange way.

"i do."

"and you would do anything to get him back?"

"wouldn't you?"

hades looks at persephone before he turns back to look at zed. with a sleight of hand, he summons john from tatarus. he wasn't in the habit of giving people a chance like this, but there is something about zed's sincerity. once john is before them he looks at zed again as if challenging her. ]

am i sick of my first zed, hell nawh. NEVA (

[hellblaze]

[ dying is something he always knew would come. it isn't the act of death he was afraid of -- more of it being on his own terms and if he could weasel out of it. he hadn't done either of those things. death was quick and sudden, something shooting straight through him as he shoved a kid out of the way. figures, it would of been him trying to play hero that finally did him in. weaseling out... well that's something more.

hades nor hecate wanted to hear his pleas. persephone, the bright young goddess who really fancied pink dresses and pink streaks in her hair, at least felt something for his plight. he fucked up. he admitted that. he'd gladly trade his place in hades for astra's. that's all he wanted -- astra's soul to go free. let her go to elysium where she belonged, and he'd quietly serve out what he deserved in hades. no fus no muss... for now. hecate must have been on to how he'd operate eventually as she said no. hades refused to hear it.

so, cast into tartarus he was. everything was cold and it was all pain. it started as a dull ache that spread from the tips of his fingers to his toes, encompassing him. no fire or brimstone. just bone biting cold. except the pain -- it made him feel like he was on fire. freezing cold and burning hot; two extremes at once that blinded him to everything. he couldn't see past the string of colors he felt he could see. he could hear the tormentors talking in their droning bored tones. he even heard astra now and again screaming too -- at the sight of him or had they tortured her too? he had no idea.

time was a lost concept in eternity. it didn't matter much. eventually, he stopped caring much about anything except astra. he'd try to get away with every inch of him screaming in pain, fingers digging into the cold ice ground to get to her. just to get her out. he wasn't sure what was really left of him other than that--getting astra out.

then it all stops.

john's head shoots up as the biting cold atmosphere changes to something warmer. he's disorientated. he has no idea what's going on. there's chairs, and a fireplace, things that look absolutely human. the pain lingers. that crackling, burning, popping feeling underneath what would of been skin if he had been anything but a spirit. solid looking, but, very much not alive.

it doesn't even cross his mind that he might look like a right mess. pale, red shot eyes, hair in every direction. the white shirt he's always been in torn as well as the black pants he wears. tie has gone a long time ago, same with the trench coat. a black hole is there, in his chest, representing the injury that did him in. he looks from the fireplace to the chairs to the queen and king of hades.

oh, ta to that.

then his eyes settle on the woman they're talking to. he's aware then he suddenly has chains on his wrists and ankles. he's kneeling. it's all sorts of confusion on his end. bewilderment. what the bloody hell is going on -- and who is she? she looks familiar. there's some sort of tug deep inside of what ever is left of him. something more than just the burning need to save astra. ]

helen magnus| sanctuary

[notanemptymotto]

jesse faden | control

[outlierdirector]

nero | devil may cry

[deadestweight]

nathan drake | uncharted

[unfortunenate]

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[hobbitholmes]

🌟 ethel michealson | fallen london

[iocalling]

yeah, you know that whole winging it thing? I'm doing it again

[likesimpossible]

It was just a bit of business as usual for the Doctor; a message showed up on the psychic paper with a location and an urgent request to come as soon as he could. And, well, the Doctor was far too curious to ignore such a request, so of course, that's exactly what he did.

Only problem was (well, it wasn't a problem, exactly, more like a delightful mystery), he didn't know where the TARDIS was taking him. But then again, there were very few places he didn't want to visit again, and he knew the TARDIS knew that. So when they reached their destination, he didn't hesitate to grab his coat and pull it on and all but bound out of the TARDIS and onto a...

A street? It seemed to be an ordinary enough street, but he knew better than to assume that. Even the most unassuming places could still hold mysteries.

"So, where've we ended up, then? Or perhaps a better question is when have we ended up, hmm?"

🌟 tiberius darrowbane | various canons

[shakespearian]

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