and i can't believe how much i've wasted my time

[fantasycliche]

Who: THE WORLD'S FINEST (DRADON FIGHTING TEAM) and the OBLIGATORY DRAGON.
When: Forward-dated to the 4th.
Where: The docks!
Summary: Khisanth, no, baby, those were not Tic Tacs. 8[ Stop taking things from strangers, seriously. BUT IT'S TOO LATE NOW, and now there's a pissy and hallucinating dragon off to fuck up SERO's docks.
Warnings: probs not

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[kingofrooks]

[ He might not have superhearing, but Bruce isn't entirely deaf. More than that- he had been half-consciously trying to listen to the Port itself for the past week after Carrie's death - half, because he still hated the thought of relying on metahuman powers; half, because he blamed he knew that it would be useful when/if Sylar returns and Bruce needs to catch up to him.

Or when a dragon is rampaging through the Port and complaining loudly in Bruce's ears. It's like a screaming, sharp and high, and for a long moment Bruce honestly had no idea if he was hearing Khisanth's screech through the air and his ears, or the Port's indignant cry through his mind. There seemed to be no difference whatsoever, and that is frankly getting irritating.

He's tired of turning around to see nothing there. Especially at work.

While thinking and listening, Bruce is already moving. He reaches the docks not long after Clark, landing near the red and blue blur- and his eyes immediately narrow at the dragon's behaviour. This is familiar. Eerily, starkly so. Bruce's breath catches in his throat, and he immediately says: ]

Drugs. She's ate Xaylein.

[ Which doesn't make sense. How did a huge dragon eat something that small and be affected by it- unless-

Well, that explains why he hasn't seen her around lately. ]

Find some metal cables and restrain her. I'll distract her in the mean time.

[ ... Well, that's dangerous. ]