Team Anarchy - Round 2 - Heroes and Villians
Woo! First Round 2 post, GO TEAM! For those of you who don't know TF2, this won't make much sense. I'm sorry...
For those of you who do, I changed the idea of the Pyro's mask: for Joker, it just goes over his face.
Also, it won't let me put knight vs. anarchy round 2 as a tag :/. Someone, please tell me how to fix this.
Title: Heroes and Villains, TF2
Author: Jai-Bird (blackish-silver)
Prompt: Crossovers
Word count: 1007 (boo-yah!)
Disclaimer: Not mine; not now, not evaaaah.
Rating: T, PG13-ish
Warning: Some violence, nothing too graphic
A/N: I've actually had this idea on my computer since Christmas, so when I looked at the prompt, WHADA'YA KNOW? A bit of dusting off, some polish, and BAM, a spicy TDK/TF2 crossover. Served with a side of BatmanxJoker and seasoned various other comic-book characters. WARNING: contains mild (read:almost nonexistent) slash products, may cause allergic reactions. Consult your local slash writer for details.
The Spy took a glance at his watch and, still sprinting, pulled a disguise out of his case; his teammates would see a laughable face-cutout, but the enemies saw a perfectly normal RED Engineer. He continued south, passing red-clad enemies heading north. No one even spared him a glance.
Finally he reached the enemy base. After searching a few of the ramshackle buildings, he found a target; a real RED Engineer hammering away at a broken dispenser. The Spy smiled grimly behind his mask and closed in, already counting one less builder for the enemy team. His footsteps hid behind the metal-on-metal clang of the engineer's wrench, his disguise dissolved as he pulled out his butterfly knife and--
"Auugh!" The Engineer turned at the sudden sound; the spy was burning some four feet away, flailing and screaming as flames consumed his expensive suit. The Engineer turned further to look at his rescuer as the Spy pitched forward; a Pyro nudged the smoldering body (now a BLU Spy with blue-green skin under his mask) with a foot while he pulled off his air filter.
"Marshie, Marshie, Marshie," the RED Pyro raked sooty fingers through green-gold curls, "When are you going to learn?" Green eyes focused back on the engineer, "You owe me, Lex."
The RED builder huffed. "Yeah, yeah. Everyone owes you." Hunched over his dispenser, Lex Luthor mentally reassessed the damage and calculated repairs. He rolled a shoulder a raised the wrench over his head, bringing it down on the dispenser with a ringing clang. "Don't know that I've ever seen anyone save you, Joker."
"Pff," the Joker ran his tongue over dry, scarred lips, "That's because I never need saving. I'm that goooood." With that, the Ace of Knaves pulled the mask (with a smiley-face slopped messily over the front for identification) back over his face. He articulated his departure with a free hand, then linked both sets of fingers around his flamethrower and took off.
"Mistah Jay!" A young red Scout called, smiling and waving before resuming the bludgeoning of a Demo-woman; Wonder Woman screeched once, then laid still. "Glad tah see ya! Thought someone picked ya owff on the last map." Joker rolled his eyes behind his mask; Harley usually took the middle ground, which was why he normally haunted the front lines. Along with her Sniper friends, Poison Ivy and Magenta, she made life in the defensive areas intolerable. He kept going.
Ahead, a Medic was kneeling over an injured Heavy: Scarecrow and Doomsday. Dr. Crane nodded an acknowledgement as the Joker passed.
Finally, he reached the front lines. Bodies of both colors laid along the bridge connecting land and the enemy base. Crows picked at a BLU Engineer, and a lifeless RED Soldier floated lazily down the creek. Joker calmly breathed in the bloody air. Ah, home. He wedged himself between two buildings opposite the base and settled down to wait.
As if on cue, a BLU Soldier shot out of a window and a BLU Scout launched from the door- Superman and the Flash. Both heroes hit the ground and took off for the bridge, Flash thumping his bat against a palm while the Superman reloaded his rocket launcher. Joker grinned and thumbed his flamethrower's trigger; only thirty meters separated the bridge and his hiding spot.
The Flash was reloading his scattergun. Twenty meters.
Superman's feet left the ground. Fifteen.
At the ten meter mark, Joker hefted his fiery gun and aimed. His fingers twitched around the barrel--
Until there was a knife at his throat and an arm around his chest; both dragged him back into the building's shadow while Supey and Jack-be-Nimble zoomed past unaware. Joker giggled under his mask, the thick rubber and filters warping it into a dark, muffled growl. The knife pressed into the uncovered skin just above his suit, and he could feel the blood bead and slide down the blade.
"Drop it."
His fingers loosened, and a cloud of dust rose when the flamethrower hit the dirt.
The hand over his chest undid the clasp on the back of his mask, throwing the offending accessory to the side as its owner leaned down to hiss in his ear, "I killed you on the last map."
The Clown Prince of Crime grinned, arching his neck so he could see his captor; aside from the pointed ears on his mask, the Batman looked just like every other BLU Spy. "I came back." Eyelid lowered over emerald irises. "I missed you."
Batman gritted his teeth, "Give me one reason I shouldn't slit your throat again."
"Becaaause," Joker jerked his fireman's ax from his belt and took a swipe at the Dark Knight's arm. Batman yelled and lurched back, cradling his arm and spilling blood down his suit. "It's my turn." The ax let out a series of clicking sounds, then warped into a flare gun; Joker pointed the deceptively tiny weapon at his bleeding nemesis.
If he was honest with himself, the Joker would admit he lived for moments like these: the thrill of the hunt was nothing compared to turning the tables at the end of it. The Bat eyed the little gun with an air of nervous acceptance. Joker rolled the numbers around in his head for a moment, silently calculating this would be the seventh time he'd killed the Batman since the previous night. The Dark Knight watched Joker's trigger finger tighten, then closed his eyes and flinched away.
"H-uRK!" He fell to his knees, groaned once, then passed out. Joker's grin widened at the red spot blooming against the back of Batman's balaclava; the flare gun was an amazing gun, but its handle made an even better club. He leisurely walked back toward BLU base, scooping up his mask and pulling the strap around his head.
"But I'll cash in on it later." The mask snapped over his face, concealing any human features; he reclaimed his flamethrower and, with one last glance at his unconscious enemy, mimed blowing a kiss and took off.
For those of you who do, I changed the idea of the Pyro's mask: for Joker, it just goes over his face.
Also, it won't let me put knight vs. anarchy round 2 as a tag :/. Someone, please tell me how to fix this.
Title: Heroes and Villains, TF2
Author: Jai-Bird (blackish-silver)
Prompt: Crossovers
Word count: 1007 (boo-yah!)
Disclaimer: Not mine; not now, not evaaaah.
Rating: T, PG13-ish
Warning: Some violence, nothing too graphic
A/N: I've actually had this idea on my computer since Christmas, so when I looked at the prompt, WHADA'YA KNOW? A bit of dusting off, some polish, and BAM, a spicy TDK/TF2 crossover. Served with a side of BatmanxJoker and seasoned various other comic-book characters. WARNING: contains mild (read:almost nonexistent) slash products, may cause allergic reactions. Consult your local slash writer for details.
The Spy took a glance at his watch and, still sprinting, pulled a disguise out of his case; his teammates would see a laughable face-cutout, but the enemies saw a perfectly normal RED Engineer. He continued south, passing red-clad enemies heading north. No one even spared him a glance.
Finally he reached the enemy base. After searching a few of the ramshackle buildings, he found a target; a real RED Engineer hammering away at a broken dispenser. The Spy smiled grimly behind his mask and closed in, already counting one less builder for the enemy team. His footsteps hid behind the metal-on-metal clang of the engineer's wrench, his disguise dissolved as he pulled out his butterfly knife and--
"Auugh!" The Engineer turned at the sudden sound; the spy was burning some four feet away, flailing and screaming as flames consumed his expensive suit. The Engineer turned further to look at his rescuer as the Spy pitched forward; a Pyro nudged the smoldering body (now a BLU Spy with blue-green skin under his mask) with a foot while he pulled off his air filter.
"Marshie, Marshie, Marshie," the RED Pyro raked sooty fingers through green-gold curls, "When are you going to learn?" Green eyes focused back on the engineer, "You owe me, Lex."
The RED builder huffed. "Yeah, yeah. Everyone owes you." Hunched over his dispenser, Lex Luthor mentally reassessed the damage and calculated repairs. He rolled a shoulder a raised the wrench over his head, bringing it down on the dispenser with a ringing clang. "Don't know that I've ever seen anyone save you, Joker."
"Pff," the Joker ran his tongue over dry, scarred lips, "That's because I never need saving. I'm that goooood." With that, the Ace of Knaves pulled the mask (with a smiley-face slopped messily over the front for identification) back over his face. He articulated his departure with a free hand, then linked both sets of fingers around his flamethrower and took off.
"Mistah Jay!" A young red Scout called, smiling and waving before resuming the bludgeoning of a Demo-woman; Wonder Woman screeched once, then laid still. "Glad tah see ya! Thought someone picked ya owff on the last map." Joker rolled his eyes behind his mask; Harley usually took the middle ground, which was why he normally haunted the front lines. Along with her Sniper friends, Poison Ivy and Magenta, she made life in the defensive areas intolerable. He kept going.
Ahead, a Medic was kneeling over an injured Heavy: Scarecrow and Doomsday. Dr. Crane nodded an acknowledgement as the Joker passed.
Finally, he reached the front lines. Bodies of both colors laid along the bridge connecting land and the enemy base. Crows picked at a BLU Engineer, and a lifeless RED Soldier floated lazily down the creek. Joker calmly breathed in the bloody air. Ah, home. He wedged himself between two buildings opposite the base and settled down to wait.
As if on cue, a BLU Soldier shot out of a window and a BLU Scout launched from the door- Superman and the Flash. Both heroes hit the ground and took off for the bridge, Flash thumping his bat against a palm while the Superman reloaded his rocket launcher. Joker grinned and thumbed his flamethrower's trigger; only thirty meters separated the bridge and his hiding spot.
The Flash was reloading his scattergun. Twenty meters.
Superman's feet left the ground. Fifteen.
At the ten meter mark, Joker hefted his fiery gun and aimed. His fingers twitched around the barrel--
Until there was a knife at his throat and an arm around his chest; both dragged him back into the building's shadow while Supey and Jack-be-Nimble zoomed past unaware. Joker giggled under his mask, the thick rubber and filters warping it into a dark, muffled growl. The knife pressed into the uncovered skin just above his suit, and he could feel the blood bead and slide down the blade.
"Drop it."
His fingers loosened, and a cloud of dust rose when the flamethrower hit the dirt.
The hand over his chest undid the clasp on the back of his mask, throwing the offending accessory to the side as its owner leaned down to hiss in his ear, "I killed you on the last map."
The Clown Prince of Crime grinned, arching his neck so he could see his captor; aside from the pointed ears on his mask, the Batman looked just like every other BLU Spy. "I came back." Eyelid lowered over emerald irises. "I missed you."
Batman gritted his teeth, "Give me one reason I shouldn't slit your throat again."
"Becaaause," Joker jerked his fireman's ax from his belt and took a swipe at the Dark Knight's arm. Batman yelled and lurched back, cradling his arm and spilling blood down his suit. "It's my turn." The ax let out a series of clicking sounds, then warped into a flare gun; Joker pointed the deceptively tiny weapon at his bleeding nemesis.
If he was honest with himself, the Joker would admit he lived for moments like these: the thrill of the hunt was nothing compared to turning the tables at the end of it. The Bat eyed the little gun with an air of nervous acceptance. Joker rolled the numbers around in his head for a moment, silently calculating this would be the seventh time he'd killed the Batman since the previous night. The Dark Knight watched Joker's trigger finger tighten, then closed his eyes and flinched away.
"H-uRK!" He fell to his knees, groaned once, then passed out. Joker's grin widened at the red spot blooming against the back of Batman's balaclava; the flare gun was an amazing gun, but its handle made an even better club. He leisurely walked back toward BLU base, scooping up his mask and pulling the strap around his head.
"But I'll cash in on it later." The mask snapped over his face, concealing any human features; he reclaimed his flamethrower and, with one last glance at his unconscious enemy, mimed blowing a kiss and took off.