Watchmen (Super Sentai) Five Kink Meme
Rules of the meme:
1. Anonymously(or not, because we seem to have stopped following this rule) post a pairing and prompt you would like to see written. Since this is a kink meme, there is supposted to be a kink involved, but normal well-written prompts should work just as well.
2. Anonymous will respond to your post and write it for you! Art and such ( Read more... )
“Who was that?” Adrian asked and Gardner stiffened and turned to face Adrian, eyes widened as if he’d forgotten that he’d had a visitor.
“You saw all that.” It wasn’t an answer and it wasn’t even a question. It was a statement of a fact that Adrian was sure the other man wished he hadn’t created.
Adrian raised one arched eyebrow and gave Gardner a once over as if to let him know that whether he’d seen the fight or not, it was pretty obvious what had happened. Gardner sighed and motioned for Adrian to follow him into the kitchen where he washed his hands; cleaned the blood and grime off. Adrian was mentally adding gloves and a costume and mask to the man and it confirmed what he’d thought many times previously: Captain Metropolis must have been quite the impressive force.
Gardner remained with his back to Adrian for a few moments before turning to him again and giving Adrian a long appraising look. As if he were sizing him up.
“Are you still planning to go through with your plan to become a vigilante?” Gardner asked and Adrian confirmed this with conviction. Gardner nodded to himself and seemed to come to a decision.
“Then I think it is safe to tell you that that was the man who killed Hooded Justice.” There was a slight waver to Gardner’s voice as he said this and Adrian recognised anger and something more. But that revelation alone was enough of a shock. So that had been who they were talking about.
“He assassinated Hooded Justice, didn’t he?” Adrian asked.
“He did.” Again Gardner sighed and he ran a hand over his face, something that obviously caused him pain what with the bruises forming there. Suddenly, Gardner looked tired and old in a way Adrian hadn’t seen him before.
“Then why is he still here?” Adrian exclaimed, feeling some anger well up in himself. “Why hasn’t he been arrested yet?” A thought suddenly occurred to Adrian. “Did you even tell the police about this?”
Gardner shook his head. “It’s not that easy,” he said. “There is… He’s more than the man who killed HJ.” And it looked like he really hated admitting that.
Adrian nodded, indicating that he was listening. He was also thinking Gardner needed to clean up and have his face looked at.
“He’s Edward Blake,” Gardner finally said and there was a sense of gravity to his voice. “He is the Comedian.”
In the silence that followed this statement one could have heard a pin drop. Adrian’s mind was reeling for a moment as to how this could be and why would the Comedian kill HJ? Why, indeed; Adrian just had to ask.
“Why did he kill Hooded Justice?”
Gardner shrugged. “Well, they never got along, exactly, as you might have heard.”
Adrian nodded. He had; heard and read.
“But I doubt this was a purely personal killing,” Gardner continued. “Blake started working for the government very early on. I have no doubt he still does and that there are people in high-up places who haven’t forgiven HJ for escaping the HUAC hearing.”
Adrian nodded, though inside, as much sense as this explanation made, an explanation was all it was. It accounted for nothing.
“That’s no excuse,” Adrian said fiercely. “He belongs behind bars.”
For the first time that night, Gardner looked at Adrian with a smile and a small, renewed spark in his eyes.
“Oh, believe me, I agree,” he said, finally joining Adrian in sitting at the kitchen table. “But if Blake has friends in the government this needs to be handled more delicately.”
Gardner turned thoughtful for a moment and Adrian was almost certain he could see his brain working inside.
“You have a plan,” Adrian said, mildly impressed.
“Well, it’s not quite a plan yet,” Gardner said. “Call it an idea.”
*
“I want to kill him,” Adrian groused, following the Crime Busters meeting. He was pacing up and down in front of Gardner’s desk at the old Minutemen Head Quarters. Gardner, who was disposing of the remains of the map the Comedian had burnt, chuckled, and managed to sound only slightly bitter.
“Many people do, I’m sure,” he said.
“Yes, I wouldn’t be surprised,” Adrian agreed. “Do you?”
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“Maybe,” he said.
Adrian sighed.
“People like Blake are poison,” he muttered. “We can save this world.”
He looked back at Gardner; the man was smiling at him with the strangest expression.
*
The sound of the newspaper slapping onto the desk seemed ominously loud in Adrian’s office. Nelson was surprised; it didn’t look like any office building he’d ever been in before. In parts, it looked more like a museum, Egyptian artefacts encased in glass dotting the area.
Adrian was looking at him from behind a clinically clean and tidy desk and Nelson could no longer recognise him as the boy who’d come to seek his guidance years ago. Adrian had grown up; Adrian had grown cold. Nelson himself, he’d grown older; he’d grown tired to an extent he could hardly bear anymore.
“I don’t think your dream will come true, boy,” Nelson said, smiling sadly; meekly. “The world is so close to its end.” It was still a hard thing to believe, all the nuclear power and the danger that came with it. But these days everyone knew; not only the scientists.
“It won’t,” Adrian said and Nelson was startled by how sure he sounded.
“How can you be so sure,” he asked. Nelson couldn’t see in Adrian’s eyes what he thought should be there. In fact, he could see nothing but closed-off calculation and Adrian’s smile was no more reassuring.
“I have a plan,” Adrian said; and he began to explain.
*
A few hours later, Nelson felt sick to his stomach. He’d had it; he’d heard too much. He knew too much, he knew that now. Adrian hadn’t made it clear, but Nelson hadn’t needed any more than the hints. It was time for Nelson to go, he knew that now. But secretly, he’d harboured his own plan for yours. No, not a plan; an idea. It hadn’t turned into a plan until an instant before.
Back at home, he placed a sheet of paper in his typewriter and began to type. The message did not hold all the details, but enough to tip somebody off about what Adrian was planning. And Nelly almost felt sorry he was doing this; almost. But he wasn’t the man he used to be; no one was who they used to be anymore.
Nelson dropped the unsigned letter into Blake’s mail box. Then he got back into his car. It was just starting to rain; it was getting dark… This was his way out; it was over. That night, Nelson Gardener crashed and burned.
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