Puppet Prologue
Summary: Piper finds a bit more in Trickster's Will than he expected. He can't very well deny a dead man's wishes. References to Final Crisis: Rogues' Revenge.
This could be a one-shot or a series, depending. I have few ideas of to continue this since I do love having characters playing with puppets. Request who you'd want find which puppets.
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Getting through James Jesse's Last Will and Testament would have been hard work for anyone who did not know him. Not many people really knew him, except Hartley Rathaway. They had been on the run together for months; it was the kind of thing that forced people to know one another or die. Hartley sighed softly as he decoded the last bits, knowing 'or die' had happened anyway.
“With all that out of the way, hit up my last place of residence. There's a box full of puppets I want taken care of. I don't know what I want done with them, but it'd be a shame for them to rot like me. As long as that little shit of a copycat doesn't get them, I'm fine with whatever you do with them...”
Swallowing the lump in his throat, Hartley gripped the last page of James' Will. He could not very well ignore his friend's last request, but the thought of breaking into James' apartment with him only weeks dead just irked him. He had no choice, so he turned to his legion of rats.
“Hey, you three, go check out James' apartment and see if it's safe for me to break into,” he ordered, giving the directions to the rats, hoping he would not have to deal with booby traps or silly tricks when breaking into James' home, though knowing the Trickster, the point was moot; there was no way he would not have left some 'surprises' behind for the hell of it.
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Piper dusted off his now singed cape. Trickster had had a few traps set up, but none that Piper could not handle. The blowtorch at the door had not come as much of a surprise, but his reflexes must have dulled a little for the fire to have caught the edges of his cape. Once in the apartment, Piper ignored the main living spaces. He did not want to see more of the apartment than he had to; it was painful enough to be there to begin with since the place just screamed Trickster.
He quickly made his way into Trickster's bedroom, glancing around to figure out where he would keep this collection of puppets he wrote about. He cautiously opened Trickster's closet, hoping to find the puppets quickly and not run into anymore traps. The closet had no traps, but it had no puppets either. Piper made his way to Trickster's bed, noticing the disheveled striped sheets and comforter. So mismatched, it had to belong to Trickster's bed.
With the covers a mess, Piper noticed a small bit of dark material poking out from underneath the bed. Kneeling on the carpet by the bed, he pulled out a chest with the black material on top that had been meant to obscure its presence. He cautiously opened the chest to find a plethora of hand puppets.
Piper was a bit shocked at how many he had found. He was sure there'd be some of the Rogues, Flashes, maybe Batman for kicks, but there had been some really random heroes and villains made into puppets in the box. He slowly sifted through them, finding one of Axel that had been treated like a voodoo doll. Piper chuckled quietly as he pulled the pin from puppet-Axel's crouch area. After placing the pins on the nightstand, the puppet of himself caught his attention.
The puppet-Piper seemed hopelessly entangled in puppet-Trickster's cape and vice versa. Piper quickly closed the chest, not wanting to see the puppets anymore. He thought of keeping the puppets as a memento of some sort, but he did not think he really could at this point. His decision was made now.
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The next morning, Keystone's Salvation Army received a generous donation to their toy department, a chest full of colorful puppets.
This could be a one-shot or a series, depending. I have few ideas of to continue this since I do love having characters playing with puppets. Request who you'd want find which puppets.
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Getting through James Jesse's Last Will and Testament would have been hard work for anyone who did not know him. Not many people really knew him, except Hartley Rathaway. They had been on the run together for months; it was the kind of thing that forced people to know one another or die. Hartley sighed softly as he decoded the last bits, knowing 'or die' had happened anyway.
“With all that out of the way, hit up my last place of residence. There's a box full of puppets I want taken care of. I don't know what I want done with them, but it'd be a shame for them to rot like me. As long as that little shit of a copycat doesn't get them, I'm fine with whatever you do with them...”
Swallowing the lump in his throat, Hartley gripped the last page of James' Will. He could not very well ignore his friend's last request, but the thought of breaking into James' apartment with him only weeks dead just irked him. He had no choice, so he turned to his legion of rats.
“Hey, you three, go check out James' apartment and see if it's safe for me to break into,” he ordered, giving the directions to the rats, hoping he would not have to deal with booby traps or silly tricks when breaking into James' home, though knowing the Trickster, the point was moot; there was no way he would not have left some 'surprises' behind for the hell of it.
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Piper dusted off his now singed cape. Trickster had had a few traps set up, but none that Piper could not handle. The blowtorch at the door had not come as much of a surprise, but his reflexes must have dulled a little for the fire to have caught the edges of his cape. Once in the apartment, Piper ignored the main living spaces. He did not want to see more of the apartment than he had to; it was painful enough to be there to begin with since the place just screamed Trickster.
He quickly made his way into Trickster's bedroom, glancing around to figure out where he would keep this collection of puppets he wrote about. He cautiously opened Trickster's closet, hoping to find the puppets quickly and not run into anymore traps. The closet had no traps, but it had no puppets either. Piper made his way to Trickster's bed, noticing the disheveled striped sheets and comforter. So mismatched, it had to belong to Trickster's bed.
With the covers a mess, Piper noticed a small bit of dark material poking out from underneath the bed. Kneeling on the carpet by the bed, he pulled out a chest with the black material on top that had been meant to obscure its presence. He cautiously opened the chest to find a plethora of hand puppets.
Piper was a bit shocked at how many he had found. He was sure there'd be some of the Rogues, Flashes, maybe Batman for kicks, but there had been some really random heroes and villains made into puppets in the box. He slowly sifted through them, finding one of Axel that had been treated like a voodoo doll. Piper chuckled quietly as he pulled the pin from puppet-Axel's crouch area. After placing the pins on the nightstand, the puppet of himself caught his attention.
The puppet-Piper seemed hopelessly entangled in puppet-Trickster's cape and vice versa. Piper quickly closed the chest, not wanting to see the puppets anymore. He thought of keeping the puppets as a memento of some sort, but he did not think he really could at this point. His decision was made now.
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The next morning, Keystone's Salvation Army received a generous donation to their toy department, a chest full of colorful puppets.