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skylarmoon71 · 7 months

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Miguel O Hara (Across the Spider-Verse)

Miguel was always aware of the many people out there with gifts.

The title of spider man and woman spanned many universes. So when Peter and Gwen barged in claiming they had found another friend on one of their missions, he was fully ready for humorless jokes and witty comebacks. The woman that stood in front of him was quiet and for a moment he contemplated if she was broken. Her expression lacked any kind of emotion. Her presence was completely different from all the ones before. He wasn’t truly sure what to expect.

“Miguel O'Hara.”

He held out a hand, but you merely nodded.

“It’s interesting that there is a whole organization dedicated to individuals with our specific abilities. You developed and started this all on your own?” You gravitate around his body, inspecting the computers and the layout of the office.

“I did. We needed an area to stop the anomalies that threaten the multiverse. I’m sure Gwen and Peter filled you in.”

Gwen nodded excitedly.

“You should have seen her, she came out of nowhere and took him down without a hitch. That rat guy is being sent back to his universe as we speak. “ She looked so happy.

“I was just doing my due diligence. I suppose since I know all of your identities it’s only fair to reveal my own.” You slipped off the navy colored mask, and his gaze fixated on your face.

“WOAH! YOU’RE A HOTTIE!!” Gwen exclaimed.

Peter laughed and Miguel just turned back to his computers to distract himself. He couldn’t deny that you were indeed attractive.

“A hottie?”

The confusion on your face was humorous. For a moment Gwen assumed you were joking, but you just continued to stare for an explanation and she brushed it off.

“You’re very beautiful.”

“Oh, thank you. I do agree that my face is symmetrical. One can assume that is what contributes to what we see as attractive as opposed to unattractive.”

Your evaluation made them all raise a brow.

“Riiight…” Gwen trailed off.

The room became quiet and Miguel just logged the most recent villain that was apprehended. You were still peering at the screens.

“Is this how you track those anomalies?”

He wasn’t really used to any of the others inquiring about the gritty work. Everyone had different skills. The techs worked in the labs. The ones more equipped for interdimensional missions handle the heavy lifting. He served as an anchor to keep them all in check. Especially the younger ones who enjoyed making his life difficult.

Like Brown.

Just the thought of Hobbie made him frown and it’s then that he realized he hadn’t answered your question.

“We have a layout to detect unnatural matter throughout the different dimensions. The way they appear is pretty much random. “

“It’s not.”

Your statement has them all now engaged.

“What do you mean?” Gwen asks.

You jumped onto the platform easily, and as you’re about to move forward but you pause.

Almost like you’d coach yourself to stop.

“I apologize, may I?”

Miguel gestured you forward. He was about to give an overview of the system, but you pulled up one document and pretty soon you were running through the screens like it was child’s play

“Incredible..”

You were in awe, and so was he in a sense. You’d understood in mere seconds how to run a system he took months developing.

Multiple visuals pulled up of different sections. All of which were villains they had already successfully secured. Each one you seem to appoint a number, a string tying them all together.

“If you look closely, you can spot the pattern. This might be a rough estimate, but I believe with this algorithm, we can predict where these anomalies will appear next.”

Miguel's eyes rushed over the information. Each number showed a designated universe that they’d been to. Others showed ones they hadn’t even touched yet. When the particular signature stopped, you tagged it red.

“This is my universe. Earth 234. According to my readings, the next anomaly should be here.” You lift a map signature and Lyla pops up.

“I think she might be onto something.”

Your eyes shifted at the hologram and she waved at your curious gaze.

“Artificial intelligence..” You murmured.

“Yes, this is Lyla. I created her to assist.”

The smile on your face seemed to widen and you unconsciously took a step forward into his space.

“You actually programmed an AI. What did you use, how do you maintain a separate consciousness for decision making and internal capabilities? Is she designed off of your personality or were you able to adjust it to reflect the opposite for objective responses?”

There were so many questions and the more you spoke, the less Gwen and Peter understood.

“Well, we’re gonna go because it’s obvious the two of you are made for each. See you later!” Gwen waved and Peter followed her with a smile. When the doors closed, Miguel expected you to react to her statement, but you were still looking at him in nothing short of amazement.

Miguel decided at that point that he needed to take a step back, just to clear his head. Because your expression was starting to do something to him. His eyes moved back to the computer screen.

“I can show you how I came up with the designs.”

“Please.” You insisted.

So he did.

That day he went through as much as he could between assigning missions and scheduling training sessions. You exchanged some very good ideas on servers that he could utilize to further his programs to function as efficiently as possible. Even with his skills, there were many things that even he didn’t have answers for. All of which you seem to magically possess.

From that day, you became closer to his colleague rather than his boss relationship he shared with many of the other arachnid heroes under his care. Your values were similar. He wasn’t too surprised to learn you were a crime consultant back in your universe. You held the skills of a detective. He could easily see it whenever they were on a case that was a bit more difficult to solve. Not all the villains were mindless idiots. There were a few that were more clever than he gave them credit for.

He’d not only been very equipped to prevent chaos from the anomalies, but you were helping solve other long term crimes in his universe as well as others.

You were perfect. Almost too perfect.

“It’s starting to feel like a trap.”

He contemplated one day.

It’s not like he suspected you of being some evil genius. He just thought that life was flowing very smoothly. There must be a catch.

“Gwen!!”

She’d gotten hit with a considerably large piece of debris after pushing two civilians out of the way. Her torso is buried under the thick slab and Miguel curses. He’s currently grabbing some more people out of the burning building. You drop down, fingers sliding under the concrete as you throw it off her body.

“Gwen, can you hear me?” You check her pulse. Thankfully she’s breathing. She nods weakly. You can almost see the sheepish smile she’s wearing under the mask as you pick her up slowly. Your hands slide under her knees and you use your webs to take off.

There’s a few other spider people clearing out the section and Miguel appoints one of them as he follows you.

“We need to get her back to the lab to check her injuries.”

You were thinking the same.

“I’m..fine..”

It sounds like she’s fighting to stay conscious. Miguel opens the portal and you both jump in.

The trip back feels as though it’s taking forever. You try to keep a count of her breaths and mark her pulse the best you can given the situation. You aren’t exactly a doctor. The minute you’re both on the other side of the breach, you are both rushing to headquarters. It’s not that long a trip.

Walking through the doors of the society, you can see the glances of concern on a number of faces. Especially since it’s Gwen who’s hurt.

“Lyla, prep the medical area.”

“Okay!”

The both of you are practical sprinting, and when you enter the lab, the people in that area clear a space. There’s an empty bed right in front of you and you place her down. The second she’s secured, the lights under her body begin scanning. There’s one above as well as below.

“Scan complete. She has three broken ribs and a punctured spleen. There’s signs of internal bleeding.”

Lyla’s report causes clear panic. Two of the spidermen move around, hooking up her body to machines and Miguel pulls off her mask. Her head lulls to the side and you can see a trail of blood running from her lips.

She looks so weak, yet she still has an impish smile.

“Sorry boss..”

Miguel clenches his fist.

“Damn it Stacy!”

You know he’s upset at the situation, but asking her not to put her life in danger to help others is impossible.

Even Miguel refuses to follow that rule.

“We need to treat her. Her healing won’t take effect if she falls unconscious again. It’ll take longer and we might end up losing her.”

Miguel takes a step back, and you’re still at her side.

“Please, step back.”

You frown, and when you pull the IV off her body, they panic.

“W-What are you doing!!”

You grit your teeth and when you hold out both your hands, pressing it to her stomach, they all seem to stare at the emerald glow emitted from your palms. Miguel is speechless, so is almost everyone else in the room.

The light travels from your fingers, and they watch as it travels all the way up to the veins of her neck. It sparks for maybe a few seconds and when it dissipates, Gwen blinks. Her eyes fully open after a minute or two and you pull back your hands.

She slowly sits upright and everyone steps back as she places her hand over her face with a groan.

“What happened? I feel like I got hit by a truck.” She turns for some sort of explanation, but everyone is just staring. Now she’s concerned.

“Do I..have something on my face?”

She raises a brow, and Miguel’s gaze turns to you.

It seems there is a lot more that they expected.

An hour of vigorous tests and Miguel was happy to know that Gwen was fully healed. Aside from soreness, she was fine. He’d given her the rest of the week to recuperate. Which surprisingly she didn’t complain too much about. Your abilities of healing have become the new topic of conversation throughout the organization.

Miguel had requested that you meet him back in his office so you both could do a brief on the most recent assignment. He’d gotten word that the damage on earth 56 was being taken care of as they speak. Minimal casualties.

No fatalities thanks to Gwen.

He made a mental note to scold and commend her when she was recovered.

“You can heal.”

Nodding, he notices the way you fidget. He’s picked up on little ticks that you often displayed. You were touching each of your fingers with your thumb, as if counting. When you caught his gaze, you stopped immediately.

“Yes, I can. I apologize, I should have said something before. I try to avoid using it because it tends to have some negative-”

Just as the words left your mouth, your knees buckled and Miguel was shocked when you coughed up a mouthful of blood.

He rushed over to grab you, but you instinctively shot out a web and it hit him right in the stomach. From your gaze he knew that wasn’t your intention but he’d successfully stopped and you looked more calm as you wiped the blood from your lips with the back of your hand.

“I’m fine.”

You let out another cough, rising to your feet. He didn’t understand why you seemed more put off at the thought of him touching you than bleeding out on the floor.

“It’s a repercussion. In a few hours my body will adjust.”

Removing the cast of the web from his body, he just watched you carefully.

“Anything else I should be worried about.”

“I’m lactose intolerant.”

For a second he thinks it’s a joke. But your expression hasn’t changed.

“Noted.”

After the encounter, he lectured himself to keep an eye on you. Apart from all the other heroes there, you seemed to be the most introverted in certain aspects. Which was strange. It didn’t seem like you had trouble interacting with anyone. It was just the way you would physically distance yourself that made him question what was really going on.

“Is it true that you can heal people with just one touch?”

“I heard that she healed five!”

“Are you kidding me, that's crazy!!”

You aren’t sure where the rumors came from, of why they were now circling you like hyenas. It was all just friendly conversation, you knew that. But the closer they got, the deeper your panic became.

“Since you’re all free, maybe we should have a training session.” The baritone of Miguel’s voice made every one there tense, and one by one they seemed to form excuses to escape. When you were no longer the center of attention, Miguel just turned.

“Don’t pay any mind to them, they’ll get tired.”

You did an internal prayer, because he didn’t seem to realize anything was amiss. Walking a bit faster, you matched his stride.

“Has the program I installed been working correctly?”

He nods.

“Lyla was able to create a map. With any luck we might be able to completely close all of these breaches once and for all.”

It was a bit far fetched to predict that kind of progress right now, but he was hopeful.

“I noticed that Gwen has fully recovered.”

For a millisecond you could see tension, but it vanished just as quickly.

“I benched her for the rest of the month. She’s not too happy but I need to be sure.” As he said that, his eyes moved to you.

“I’m healed. Gwen is too. You shouldn’t punish her because you feel responsible.” His steps slowed.

“I understand that you feel obligated to protect everyone, but you know more than any of us that trying to save every single person is impossible. Gwen is resilient and selfless. To ask her to be anything else would be the same as taking her mask away. Everyone here has chosen to give their lives for the greater good. It’s a conscious choice. Nobody forced us down this path. Let her be a hero. If you don’t then she’ll just do it behind your back. That may be what causes her the greatest amount of harm.”

Miguel isn’t used to people rationalizing his decisions. Nor trying to go against them. You seem to understand his mindset a little better than he does.

“I’ll give her another week.”

You smile.

He may wear a perpetual frown, but you see it. How much he cares. It’s hard to miss.

The days continue on like this fairly easy.

Miguel is always ready for downtime. Even though it’s a bit unrealistic. He’s pretty much the designated babysitter.

The most recent noise outside proves his point.

The doors opened, and he rolled his eyes when he heard a bunch of rowdy spidermen roll in. Cheering for who knows what.

“Hey boss, check this out, (Y/N) just Sherlock Holmes an investigation on earth 19!”

One of them had a hand around your shoulder and the other was holding a cellphone, forwarding the video to Miguel’s screen. He briefly read the article, then directed his gaze back to you. They all appeared to be ecstatic at your success, but your face was turned in what Miguel could only describe as pain. Your eyes were directed at the floor and you were counting your breaths, fingers flexing and tightening impulsively. Miguel took a step forward, glaring down at the men.

“Get back to work.”

Nothing else needed to be said. The entire group of them scrambled off and when they were gone, Miguel returned his focus to you.

Your breathing improved quite a bit, but your eyes were still trained on the floor. He saw you close and open them a couple times, then you looked up. Your expression gives off such vulnerability. Now he was a bit concerned.

“Estás bien?”

He scolded himself for switching dialect.

“Are you-”

“I’m fine.”

Your tone was even, and you looked in the opposite direction, taking a step back.

It was quiet, so quiet. Usually he appreciated it, but in this instance, he could feel the tension and for once it wasn’t coming from him.

“I’m sorry. I promise you I can do this job. Y-You don’t have to get rid of me!”

It sounds as though you’re pleading and now he’s even more confused.

“Why the hell would I get rid of you? You’re one of the best that I’ve ever had. You’re a genius.”

Miguel wasn’t one to give out compliments, so it meant something to hear those words. Finally, it looked like you actually relaxed.

He still didn’t truly understand what was going on. He wanted to know. He needed to know why you’d reacted in such a way.

“Come with me.”

That’s all he said. Miguel turned his back, and you followed behind as he moved to the far right corner of that office. There was a door ahead with a code. He typed it in easily, and it opened. Miguel stepped to the side to usher you in.

Upon entry, the door closed and you were a bit surprised at the small room. It looked like a smaller office, except there was a bed to the left. From the looks of it, he’d probably spent many nights here. It was pretty spacious.

“This is where I come when I need a break from all those payasos.”

You can’t help but smile, and he offers you a seat. You take one graciously, and now he’s standing over with his arms crossed, peering down at you. His intention is not to intimidate, you know that. But his frame isn’t the most subtle. His expressions are also fixed in what one would assume is annoyance.

“Tell me.”

It sounds like a demand, but his tone is more of a question. You can detect just a hint of concern. Something that is not usually easy for you to spot from anyone.

“I..”

You aren’t sure where to start.

“I’m on the spectrum.” You let out in one breath.

Recognition flashes in his eyes and you lower your head. You hate that he won’t see you the same. You were so elated when you got there. Sharing theories and ideas with Miguel was the highlight of your time here. Now, whenever he looks at you, that’s all he’ll see.

Your disability.

“It’s a mild form, but it’s apparent. Certain touches, sounds, conditions, they affect me a little more than average. For the most part it doesn’t hinder my everyday living. Most people that know me would not be able to tell at first glance. They usually just say I’m strange, or funny. I don’t always understand sarcasm or that expression of reading between the lines. To be quite honest it makes no sense. Words are meant to stay between the lines that’s obvious. Yet the expression signifies something very different it just-”

You stop when you realize the tangent that you’ve just gone on.

Letting out a breath, you straighten in the chair, determined to show that you’re unaffected.

“Regardless, I assure you that this won’t get in the way of my duties in this society. I graduated the youngest at the academy. I’ve written four books on the study of criminal behavior. I have a PhD in Criminology and my closing rate of cases is the highest in my district as of last year. Despite my position as a consultant, I am very adept in every way.”

Miguel realizes now that you’re citing all this information to prove that you are capable. A task you’ve probably had to do many times.

It’s a defense to shelter yourself.

“I don’t care about any of that.” You look up a bit panicked. But the way he watches you isn’t what you’ve seen. He’s not trying to undermine your abilities. If anything, it looks like your confession has just reinforced his view of your position in this organization.

“The only thing I regret is that we hadn’t found out about you sooner. You’ve single handedly doubled our progression on stopping anomalies. You have nothing else to prove to me. At least you can follow basic orders. I have people out there who can’t seem to tell the difference between do and don’t.” He grumbles in Spanish, running a hand through his hair.

“So, you aren’t going to remove me from the organization?”

“I would be an idiot to do something like that.”

You can’t believe it. This is the very first time that anyone has not only accepted your quirks, but also encouraged you. The minute officials learned of you, there was always the subtle look of sympathy. But Miguel, he’s looking at you as an equal.

A comrade.

“Thank..you..” Your voice is a bit weak.

“I should be thanking you.” He steps forward to hold out a hand and you just stare. Miguel pulls it back just as quickly.

“Ah, sorry.”

You can tell it was an honest mistake. But you can’t help but smile as you jump out of your chair and hug him. He’s startled for obvious reasons.

“THANK YOU!!”

It's the first time he’s ever heard you raise your voice above the usual octave. When you finally release him, you’re wearing that brilliant smile and he curses internally.

#miguel o'hara #genius #spiderpeople #powers #heroes #secrets #care #humor #crimefighting #miguelxreader #oblivious #cute #understanding #differences

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batman-real · 1 year

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@robin. Robin we have to fight crime

#The jaker escapess again #batman #crimefighting #Robin

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dasturdlydangerousduck · 2 years

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Day 2- Crimefighting

Drake and LP are out on another day of crimefighting in the new Thunderquack!! And they love every second of the job!!

@shadowblaze001 Drakepad Week 2022 Challenge Day 2!

#darkwing duck #disney #drake mallard #ducktales #disney afternoon #launchpad mcquack #launchpad #ducktales 17 #ducktales fanart #ducktales launchpad #gay men #crimefighting #Drakepadweek2022

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askdarkwingduck · 1 year

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Do you have any "Special Fighting Moves" DW? I'm a really REALLY big fan a of your web kicks.

Oh!! I'm glad you noticed my graceful and elegant kicks that I perform!! I gotta make sure my enemies feel the crushing weight of justice from these muscular legs of mine!!

And it just so happens that I am a master of every fighting style known to man!! Karate? Check. Kung fu? Check. Taekwando? Check. Krav Maga, Muay Thai, Self defense MMA, even Capoeria!! I have it all under the belt!!

My favorite stance of fighting is the crane stance! It's my best stance, and the stance that will lead to your demise!!

#darkwing duck #drake mallard #disney #ducktales #ask #send asks #send me asks #answered #ducktales 17 #dwd #disney afternoon #fighting #combat #crimefighting

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forever-deep-below-creation · 2 months

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im on the streets at night like batman if he had a tumblr. this city is sick…. only i can save it… lol reblog

#nightstalking #crimefighting #vigilante #me

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alexanderrogge · 4 months

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Video shows how a car thief ruined the day for 3 robbery suspects in Commerce City

Robert Garrison - Video shows how a car thief ruined the day for 3 robbery suspects in Commerce City

#commercecity #colorado #getawaycar #autotheft #robbery #foiled #stopcars #crimefighting #crime

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oisinwrites · 10 months

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Scooby-doo team-up: volume 5

The first story in this volume see’s the gang arriving at karma corners, (population: were all one!), a town built on hippie culture where this culture which is past its glory days elsewhere survives and thrives, or it did until it began to be haunted by the ghosts of the hippie’s parents who are getting to them with something worse than fear: guilt! My complaint about the last issues has been the absence of green lantern, but finally, in karma corners, mystery Inc. Are meeting green lantern!

In true Scooby-doo style, half of the ghosts are caught in a giant green hand from green lanterns laser ring and the rest are caught with a special arrow which, when fired, its head opens up and a net comes out, leaving them to be un-masked by the Scooby gang. It turns out the hippies were their parents, who ran off to this hippy town and never came back, so they pretended to be the ghosts of their parents parents and began nagging them to come back. But its not over yet.

The psycho-pirate has come to poison everyone’s hearts with hate and now a new argument has begun between green lantern and green arrow, but psycho-pirate made the mistake of announcing himself when two super-heroes are angry and their anger became directed at the villain. The spell was then broken by the black canary with her canary cry, after the psycho-pirate had just been taken down. This was a story with lots of fun plot twists right after each other, but the funniest part was the argument between green lantern green arrow, where they called each other things like “ring-toting fascist” and “arrow-slinging socialist” and with Fred’s reaction “Its worse than a presidential debate!”.

The next story begins with the crew being attacked by fire-breathing dragons, while Fred and Daphne use extinguishers. Belma calls Hong-kong Phooey, a Kung-Fu fighting dog and while they are waiting, Daphne notices that while the other dragons are attacking, one dragon is rushing into stores. when Hong Kong phooey arrives, he is only performing Kung-Fu poses without actually touching the dragons. When some dragons are smashed,(but not by Hong Kong phooey, he just thinks he smashed them.), they realise they are robots, so Daphne speed-reads the Kung-Fu manual and then smashes all the rest with only the one going into shops remaining.

Daphne then threatens to smash the dragon coming out of a store, but he shows he’s not a robot by un-masking himself! He confesses that he is a robotics scientist who couldn’t get funding, so he resorted to shop-lifting, but the mystery gang suggest he get funding from Hollywood by letting his robotics be used in film-making, because Hollywood will pay a fortune for this!

This was different from the usual Scooby-doo style and Hong Kong phooey does prove useful in the end when he accidentally knocks out the dragon coming out of the store. It was really thanks to his cat friend who tripped up a robot dragon which smashed on the floor while pretending to be asleep and pointed at the gong to make Scooby and shaggy think to hide behind it. though the latter turned out not to be such a great idea when a dragon struck the gong, he was still more the hero than Hong Kong phooey. He does this with ninja-like subtlety, without anyone knowing who the real hero is, while a possibly fake Kung Fu master takes all the credit.

The next story introduces us to a fortune-teller and a superstitious man who is terrified by the idea that he is cursed. They also meet the elastic man, who is capable of stretching his body in all kinds of ways but is vulnerable to cold temperatures, which make his body harden and become too rigid to move. They all enter the tarot shop on suspicion of her being a crook and they were correct In their suspicion, but had also made a big mistake!

It turns out the “fortune-teller” is an old enemy of the elastic man who has come to outsmart him by disguising herself as a fortune-teller and setting up shop in a former meat-plant, so what looks like a tarot shop is really a giant fridge! She is known as “the granite lady”! Fred gently pushes the freezing Elastic-man out of the giant fridge and they all run, with the granite lady following closely behind. They then trick her into following them to the back of a cement truck, where Daphne pulls the lever and she becomes cased in cement! The team are then rewarded with a free meal at an all-you-can-eat buffet, but of course its shaggy and Scooby who threaten to put it out of business!

This one had a very satisfying twist and also some funny bits, such as Daphne telling shaggy that its still not polite to comment on a woman’s weight, even if she is the granite lady, or the superstitious man panicking because of a bomb and elastic man assuring him, as he promptly throws it out the same window it came in through, that this is only because its Tuesday, not a sign of a curse. Annie the anarchist always plants a bomb in the FBI headquarters on Tuesdays.

The next story is set in the wild west, where there are rumour's about a monster, but the mayor doesn’t want a railway-building tycoon to hear the gossip, because he might not build a railway in this town. They then meet a bounty hunter with half his face disfigured but the other half normal who forces Fred to Duel him, but the duel is interrupted by all the local ladies in this town arguing over which of them he’s going to marry.

Suddenly, the town is under attack by a large blue, goblin-like creature in a poncho. All bullets are useless against it, frying pans and a bucket of cold water turn out to be more useful. when they manage to un-mask the “monster” (they also remove the poncho, which was hiding the steam-vent, but now the cold water has overloaded the system.) ,it turns to be a man in a steam-powered suit. The mayor recognised him as J.P Lackawanna but hadn’t suspected that J.P. Lackawanna would scare everyone away from the land in order to buy it cheap.

It was fun to see the Scooby gang in the wild west and all the local ladies wanting to marry the bounty hunter even though half his face was disfigured was pretty funny too. In the next story, they have just arrived after a call from officer Dibble, because of rumour's about “hoagies ghost”. They also meet top-cat and the whole gang of alley-cats. At first they encounter a few “ghost’s” who turn out to be alley cats. They then encounter two estate agents who aren’t technically breaking the law but are corrupt. They are then scared away by another “ghost”, who then reveals himself to be officer Dibble!

This was a great plot twist, because this time it was actually a good guy who was scaring away the crooks! Our last story begins with the mystery gang teaming up with “the challengers of the unknown” and a strange gnome-like creature. They go diving underwater, meet the “sea devils”, net a sea monster they were under attack by and enter a dry cave.

They then find themselves under attack by what appears to be a giant mutant super-rat, but the creature is scared away by the emergence of a mole-machine. Out of the mole machine comes another team who investigate mysteries underground. Next, they all together fly to a hidden base, where the challengers all unmask themselves and reveal that they are not the challengers, they are the secret six! The “gnome king” also reveals himself to be a villain called “multi-man”! they were planning to trick them into handing over the elixir, but made the mistake of revealing themselves too soon, before the elixir was handed over, so they were quickly outnumbered and defeated.

They then met another team from the future who had sent the distress signal to all those other teams and Belma figured out that “the mockingbird” is really Durant. This one I found the most complicated, as there were so many different teams and I wasn’t familiar with any of these characters. There just seemed to be a lot of teams with different uniform colour's. Anyway, this was another great Scooby-doo crossover comic, with lots of different stories and lots of fun.

#scooby doo #comics #hannah barbera #superheores #crimefighting

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wordofthewolf · 10 months

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Media Update 6/15/23

Instinct (2018) I recently got Paramount+ and I was looking for fun stuff to watch and this popped up. A former CIA agent who has become a professor gets back in the game by becoming a police consultant. The show stars Alan Cumming, an actor I have always adored, who plays a fascinating character who is both quirky and dramatic. He uses a study of abnormal psychology and his well-honed instincts…

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#Crimefighting #Hawai&039;i 5-0 #Instinct #Media Update #Police #Unit 42

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fantastic-nonsense · 2 months

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society if Two-Face was Batman's arch-nemesis instead of the Joker:

#oh to be in the universe where DC acknowledged the true potential of Bruce and Harvey as insanely toxic frenemies.....#He was Batman's most dependable non-caped crimefighting partner. He's one of Batman's worst enemies.#he was one of the first people to trust Batman. Batman is one of the last people to still trust him.#He nearly killed Bruce's son. Bruce still left him in charge of protecting Gotham years later #He's responsible for his own downfall. He's Bruce's greatest tragedy #He's nothing like Bruce. He's Bruce's mirror image #WHEN WILL DC SEE THE VISION!!!!!!!#batman #two face #harvey dent #dc comics #bruce wayne

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m-ultraarticles · 11 months

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AI Crime-Fighting Series 'Class of '09' Could Use a More Human Touch

The new FBI sci-fi series Class of ‘09 fails to make a strong impression, despite boasting some signature FX (on Hulu) aesthetics. By Valerie Ettenhofer · Published on May 17th, 2023 Welcome to Up Nexta recurring column keeping an eye out for the best new shows on the horizon. This week, TV critic Valerie Ettenhofer checks in with a review of FX’s new drama Class of ’09. Imagine if AI…

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eric-sadahire · 1 year

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The Mighty Morphing Tigersaurus

After losing his parents, a tiger travels to China, where he inherits a mysterious ability that allows him to turn into a dinosaur. At first horrified by this new power, a prostitute convinces him to use it to fight crime, and ninjas.

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skylarmoon71 · 10 months

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Leonardo (TMNT 2014/2016) - Chapter 4

“Incredible.”

Another shock was sent through his body, and Leo clenched his jaw, not letting out a single scream. The man pulled back the lever with a smile.

“Dr. Levin, his heart rate is still steady. No change.”

Levin smiled at the report from his worker.

“You’re an amazing being, you know that.” He walked closer, looking Leo over.

“You’ve not only evolved from such an insignificant organism, but you trained your body to fight, read and process as well as convey human language. Do you understand what a feat that is? “ Levin was going on a tangent, but Leo kept his eyes stern and his expression neutral. There were at least a dozen people in that space watching him like he was some kind of experiment. Leo tugged at the restraints at his wrists, but it did nothing.

“What an exquisite specimen. Shock him again. “ He called. The worker placed his hand on the lever to follow through, but the lights above their heads in the building went out. Everyone in that area seemed on edge.

“Sir we’ve lost power!”

Someone called.

“The breaker must have overloaded.” Another imputed.

“That’s impossible, our system is secured outside the city.” Someone else cried.

“Whatever it is, just fix it!!” Levin yelled.

There was the sound of scrambling feet. It took maybe a minute, and the lights flickered on. When it did, a figure stood at the center. The two guards at the door reached for their guns, and you lifted your own. The hoodie you wore did a good job of keeping your face slightly blocked from their sights. Everyone froze, and Leo’s eyes widened in shock.

“This is your only warning. If you want to walk out of here, do it now.”

Levin wore a wide smile.

“Kill her.” He instructed the guards. They didn’t even have a chance to pull the trigger. You spun around firing two shots and their bodies dropped.

Levin looked startled, and the other workers in lab coats began to scream and scramble for the exits. You walked through the chaos. Straight up to Levin who in one last attempt tried to race to the controller. You fired one shot that hit him right in the knee cap. His body collapsed as he let out a yell. The room was pretty much cleared now, and he tried to force himself to his feet, but you stepped on the injured limb.

He screamed in pain, practically crying. When you heard the bone snap, you moved your leg, and he placed his head on the floor, sobbing as you stared at the lever. You searched for the one to lower Leo’s body from the air. Your eyes fell at his current state. He was sweating profusely, and you could see different areas on his body that had trails of blood as well as smaller injuries.

“Damn you Leo.” You grumbled.

You couldn’t find the correct switch, so you moved over to his form. You basically tossed your gun, placing your hand on his cheek in concern. Leo just smiled at you.

“I guess I owe you now.” He tried to laugh, but you could tell the action brought him pain.

“Don’t talk, just breathe.” You instruct, removing your hoodie to wipe the sweat from his face. You passed the cloth along his face, eyes filled with worry. Leo’s tired gaze stayed focused on you.

When you heard the gun click behind you, your attention shifted. Leo’s eyes hardened.

Levin was using the table to support himself as he held your gun. You could hear the faint sounds of sirens in the distance.

“Step away from my experiment and I might just let you live.” His breathing was heavy, and he looked agitated. Not that you blamed him. It was a wonder he was standing upright. He kept the gun pointed right at you. Yet, you barely reacted.

“You have one option. Walk away now and I’ll think about letting you survive. “ You spoke calmly.

He just grinned, then began laughing,

“I’m the one with the gun!!”

You still didn't look phased.

“I’m not going to say it again.” you warn.

He gripped the gun with a frown, eyes blazing with rage.

“You think you can mock me!!”

He pulled the trigger and the bullet struck you right at the center of your head.

Leo lost his breath. The color drained from his face, and you knew he was about to scream, or cry. But your body didn’t fall. Your head hung low for a second, and then you lifted it, just as the bullet ejected itself from your skull, dropping to the floor. Both Leo and Levin were speechless.

“W-What..”

Levin’s hand was shaking, and when you moved towards him, he opened fire, taking careless shots. Every single bullet hit your body, and by the time you were in front of him, you grabbed the gun that was still in his grasp, turning it to his chest as you pulled the trigger. He let out one shaky gasp, legs shaking as he dropped. A few more staggered breaths, and he was gone. You dropped the gun, eyes blank.

You turned back to Leo who was still looking on in disbelief.

Nothing was said. You just took steps back, just as you heard tires pull up to the building.

The lights in the room flickered again, and when they flashed back on, you were gone.

#leo x reader #capture #rescue #mutualfeelings #tmnt leonardo #crime #saving #crimefighting #vigilantes #power #lonewolf #protective #love

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starlightnighteve · 2 years

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Agent Starlight (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/306714230-agent-starlight?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=StarlightNightEve&wp_originator=RmBG8GS5dywlgI51Y9I76j5SNFNjtEpJmAf%2BdavK8O6i9bP%2Biv0seaIre4zmKoL2yyLMXb9KF6oiYFDYmLMXHy0tNWUQsdR%2Biu4Fi6s0zLKRfC5lEJ8xNIId%2F1nG8DMk What if magic and powers existed, but where just hidden from under our noses? For Eve Evanara Okamoto, magic was just part of everyday life for her. Not ever did she think there was more than just her, and her mentor out there who understood that. Until one day, she was contacted by an agency for people with special abilities, just like her. Will she fight for or against them? How many people were out there just like her? Was everything that humanity preserved about to change, for better, or for worse?

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mrmonster459 · 2 years

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Summer Robinson: Nightmare of Port Wentworth (Part One)

"Summer Robinson!" A goon shouted from the other side of my apartment door. “If you’re in there, open this door, now!"

"What's the rush?" I asked.

“Summer, you’re already in deep shit with my boss. If I have to get in there myself, I’m gonna mash up that pretty face of yours. Is that enough of a rush for you?”

“Nah, not really.” I said. “Futurama is on, and I’ve got a Tattooed Chef meal in the microwave. Can I see you in about half an hour?”

“That’s it.” He said as he kicked down my door.

And there he was; a 6’4, and jacked local mob enforcer. Pretty sure his street name was Chainz, which I thought was pretty stupid, but whatever.

Chainz reached into his pockets. One hand pulled out a six inch blade, the other pulled out a twelve inch extendable baton.

“You could’ve just let me in.” He said. “I could’ve just collected what you owe my boss, and been on my way. But I do love it when you slum trash put up a good fight, it makes my job so much more fun.”

He came at me and tried to hit me in the head with the baton. I ducked underneath, weaved around his arm, and then came back with a left hook that landed right in his gut.

He winced over in pain. He clearly had no idea how hard a smaller woman like me could hit.

Nonetheless, he clearly wasn’t out of the game. He then tried to stab me, but I blocked his arm, and pulled him in for a wrist lock that forced him to drop the knife.

“You little bitch.” He said as he then grabbed the back of my head and pushed me into a wall. From there, he landed a powerful haymaker across my face.

“Make no mistake, I will kill you tonight.” He said as he threw another punch. “But not before I put you through all the pain I can.”

I blocked his next punch, and then created space using a push kick. One I had a little room between us, I quickly spun around and threw a reverse side kick that landed directly in the right side of his rib cage.

“Damn.” He said as he stumbled back in pain. I could tell just by the way he was breathing that I broke at least one rib, maybe two or three.

And then, I finished him off by taking one step forward, twisting around, and throwing a powerful tornado kick that finished him off.

My neighbor, Vanessa Gutirrez, heard what was going on and came by.

“Are you alright?” She asked as she walked in.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” I said. “I took a few hits, but I’m okay.’

She took one look at the unconscious thug and said “Need help getting him out of here?”

“No.” I said. “I actually wanted him to come, I need to ask him some questions about his boss.”

“Oh, I see.” She said. “In that case, let me get some duct tape.”

Vanessa always struck me as a no-nonsense type of woman. She was a Marine corps veteran, a mechanic (the only woman in her shop), and a big motorcycle enthusiast. Her daily life was to go to work, come home, do all her own maintenance in her apartment (our landlord was more than willing to do it for her, but she insisted on doing it herself), and relaxing with scotch and cigars.

“Here you go, kid.” She said as she tossed me a roll of duct tape.

“Thanks.” I said. “Mind helping me lift him up onto a chair?”

“No problem.” She said.

I should probably give you a little more context. Port Wentworth was a small, working class suburban town who’s two biggest industries were manufacturing, and organized crime. Mob bosses from the city would base themselves out here because they knew the police in Port Wentworth could be bought with a few hundred bucks, and the occasional night with a prostitute.

The one redeeming part of that shit town was that in Port Wentworth, poor people knew they had to look out for each other. Which is why I knew I could expect help from Vanessa.

Once we had our thug securely taped to a chair, Vanessa said “I’ll go get my power drill, we’ll need it to fix the door.” She said. “And then, we can crack some cold ones and talk about what you’re doing here.”

“Sounds good.” I said.

We knew it would take the loan shark a while to wake up, so we had time. First, we rescrewed the hinges on my door back into place. Then, she brought over a cold six pack and we hashed things out.

“Three ex-wives have taught me the value of a good case of beer.” She said as she popped open one of the cans and handed it to me. “So, talk to me; why’s a girl like you trying to get the attention of a loan shark’s boss? And how’d you beat him?”

“Because he killed my brother.” I said. “A longtime ago, but still, I never got over it.”

“When we were kids, we had nothing. Our Mom worked day-and-night at the diner just to keep us alive after our dad ran out on us. My brother joined the local mob hoping to make some extra money, even though I begged him not to.”

“It was fine for the first two years or so. He made enough money to where we wouldn’t go to bed hungry; even had enough to take us out for dinner on our birthdays. But then, everything changed when he was arrested for robbing a pharmacy that refused to pay the mob its protection fee.”

“The day after he signed a plea deal, he was found dead in his cell. Conveniently, the prison’s security cameras malfunctioned at the time, and they never found his killer.”

“I know they killed him; I know that they knew one of their members pleading guilty would be bad for their public image, so they had him killed before he had the chance to say anything that might have gotten them in trouble with the feds.”

“That was ten years ago, when I was just 14 years old; and ever since, I’ve been training myself to take revenge.”

“I dropped out of high school and worked two jobs to have enough money to start training, and boy did I train; I spent almost every second of my free time at boxing gyms, martial arts schools, and shooting ranges. By the time I was 17, I had black belts in taekwondo and Brazilian jiu-jitsu, and had won three amateur boxing tournaments. By the time I was 21, I won a statewide pistol shooting tournament and a statewide rifle shooting tournament.”

“And then, a month ago, on the tenth anniversary of the day he was killed, I decided to finally get my revenge.” I explained. “I found out where the mob loaned out money, took out two grand, and never paid any of it back, knowing they’d send one of these guys after me. Now, it’s all a question of how I can take out his boss.”

“Well damn.” Vanessa said. “I only got one question; how can I help?”

“Helping me interrogate him once he wakes up would be a good start.” I answered.

Once he got up, the first thing out of his mouth was “I’ll give you whatever you want, just don’t kill me.”

“Oh, you’re definitely right about the first part.” I said as I turned on my electric carving knife. “You will give me all the information I want. As for me not killing you, that’ll depend on if I’m satisfied with what you give me or not?”

“Okay, okay.” He said. “Please, just tell me what you want to know?”

“I want to know where I can find your boss.” I asked.

“My boss, Mr. Johnston, works out of the Matheson Distribution center.” He said. “You know, the big grey building over on 32nd street.”

“I’m familiar.” I said.

“That’s where Mr Johnston’s office is.” He said. “But if you think you can get to him, you’re in for a Hell of a surprise. The ‘night shift’ crew is actually just a select team of really tough enforcers who get paid extra to be Mr. Johnston’s personal bodyguards. You’re not getting past them without a small army.”

“Yeah, we’ll see about that.” I said as I made a new piece of duct tape.

“Hey, what are you doing now?”

“Now, I’m putting this over your mouth so you don’t scream.” I explained. “Not that anyone in this shithole would come help you, but still, better safe than sorry.”

“If your information is good, then I’ll come back, untie you, and set you free. After tonight, it’s not like you’ll have a boss to collect debt for anyway.”

“Or, if your information ends up being a bunch of bullshit, I’m gonna come back.” I said as I picked up my electric knife. “And make sure you tell the truth next time.”

I then turned to Vanessa and said “You don’t have to come with me if you don’t want to. This is obviously going to be dangerous, I can understand if you don’t want to come with me.”

“You kidding?” Vanessa asked. “This sounds like the most fun I’ve had since my dishonorable discharge.”

“Alright alright then.” I said. “Let me load up some of my guns, and then we’ll head out.”

Half an hour later, we drove out to the plant with a sedan full of loaded guns. That being said, there was one very specific weapon Vanessa insisted on taking.

“Summer, trust me, you want to take out the first dude with this.” She said as she showed me her crossbow. “It’ll be quick and, if you hit him in the first place, quiet. It’ll give us the chance to take out at least one before the others catch onto us.”

“Yeah, just one problem.” I said. “I’ve never fired a crossbow before.”

“Well, I have.” Vanessa said. “My second wife was a turkey hunter, we’d go crossbow hunting all the time.”

“Great.” I said. “You take the first shot, then I’ll sneak up and get in range of the others.”

“Deal.” Vanessa said.

At any given point, there was at least one guy sitting at the end of the loading dock, smoking a cigarette. If you were just driving by as an onlooker, you’d think he was just a night shift employee taking a smoke break. But once we knew that this whole joint was just a front, it was obvious that he was a guard on rotation, stationed there to watch for anyone approaching the building.

There was a locked gate, but nothing we couldn’t get through with bolt cutters. If this were a normal robbery, I’d be worried about getting seen on a security camera, but mobsters tended not to want any footage of their comings-and-goings to exist.

We approached the building, and once we were in range, Vanessa whispered “Get ready.” and I silently ran to the side of the building. Then, Vanessa shot a bolt that landed right the center of his neck.

He spent his last few moments trying to scream for help, but he couldn’t. And just seconds later, he collapsed on the ground, dead as can be.

Then, I ran up to the building, with a shotgun in hand. I opened the door, and made my way inside.

“What are you doing?” Someone asked. “Your shift isn’t over until eleven…”

Then, he saw that I was not the same guard that was now lying dead on the concrete outside. But before he could do anything, I filled his face with buckshot.

Before his body even hit the ground, I could hear two more coming my way from behind. I ran to take cover behind a forklift, and once they were in range, I fired two shots.

One of them was an instant kill; but the other only grazed his arm. He then took cover of his own behind a shipping container and shouted "All hands on deck, we have a hostile in the unloading area."

I heard guns being cooked and footsteps headed in my direction. I fired three more shots, and then ran out of shells. I didn't have time to reload, so I then drew my semi-auto handgun and kept moving.

I was able to get three shots off before getting overwhelmed and having to take cover again.

"Surround her." One of the thugs shouted, and the thugs dashed to positions around me. I was able to get off three more shots, killing two of them, but I couldn't get most of them. And by my counts, there were another eight.

I had no choice but to stay covered and shoot as best I could, but it wasn't enough. Just from what I could see, there were still nine of them, and most were armed. Ultimately, I just ran out of ammo.

"Alright, I surrender." I said as I put my hands up. I was taking a big risk, but it was my only option left.

"Cuff her, and bring her to the boss." A thug shouted. "He'll want to deal with her personally."

Two of them came in close to grab me. I then sidekicked one in the chest and punched another in the face before darting away.

But it didn't work. They grabbed me, pulled me to the floor, and kicked me in the head. "You're not getting out of here that easy."

And then, a man in a suit came out and said "Before I slice you to pieces, I want to know. Why did you want to kill me? I have no idea who you even are."

"Thomas Robinson." I said. "Do you know that name?"

"No." He answered.

"Yeah, figured." I said. "He was my older brother. Ten years ago, he was a new recruit in your gang. Your gang landed him in federal jail, where he was killed in the showers before he had the chance to strike a plea bargain. I came here for revenge."

"Well, you ain't getting it." He said as he pulled a knife out of his pocket.

Moments before I was gonna get stabbed, Vanessa burst in with an AK-47. She then fired at the two goons holding me in place before some of the others started firing back at her with handguns.

The mob boss tried to stab me, but I blocked his arm, and then threw an uppercut that landed right across his jaw.

While Vanessa kept firing at the remaining goons, I continued fighting them close quarters. I charged at one of them, grabbed his gun with one hand, and then used my other hand to punch him in the stomach. Another thug came at me, but I stopped him with a side kick before knocking him out with a crescent kick.

Four unarmed thugs then faced me. One of them tried to grab me around my back, but I back elbowed him before raising my foot and delivering a powerful back kick right to his nuts.

Another two of them came at me. One got in a powerful right hook that sent me stumbling into a wall. The other guy tried to roundhouse kick me, but I ducked out of the way, and he ended up slamming his foot against the bricks. I then grabbed him and made him fall over on his head, then turned to his buddy, pulled him in, and then slammed his head against the same wall he just slammed me into.

There was just one left. Only problem is that he was the biggest guy yet. Probably the smartest too; he'd watched his friends get the asses kicked, and now knew all my moves.

I threw a jab-cross-roundkick combo at him. He blocked every single strike. Then, he pulled me in close and shot a powerful knee strike right at my torso.

I ducked down, grabbed his leg, and took him to the ground. I was running on fumes at this point, I couldn't keep punching and kicking him, my only chance of winning was to subdue him.

Before he could try to get up, I was choking him out with my legs and putting him through a powerful armbar. After about thirty seconds or so, I was decently sure that he had succumbed to brain damage from lack of oxygen, and I left him there.

Mr. Johnston tried to run away, but I grabbed him by his shirt collar and threw him against the wall.

"I'll give you anything you want." He said. "Money, drugs, I've got it all."

"Buddy, all I want is you to be gone." I said as I stabbed him with the same knife he tried to stab me with.

By the time I was done with him, Vanessa had already finished mowing down the others. Once we were sure it was safe, we ran up to each other.

“You okay?” She asked me.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” I said.

“Did you get the boss?”

“Yes, I killed him with his own knife.” I answered.

“So, what now?” Vanessa asked. “You feeling satisfied now that you’ve gotten your revenge?”

“Not really.” I asked. “There’s still plenty of other scumbags like him in this town. What do you say we make this a permanent gig; you and me versus all of them?”

“Count me in.” She said as she lit a cigar. “I know of a pimp who could use a good beating.”

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