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

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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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[Some days superhearing was an absolute bitch. Today was one of those days, mostly because a great big dragon was screaming half a mile away, roaring out its anger to the world--well, to the island.

Nevermind that Clark was busy. He had been ever since Carrie died, and it was as much because of her death that he kept himself run off his feet as it was his reluctance to go home. He'd rowed with Lois, and things were as yet to settle down in that quarter, with them both keeping as much out of each other's way as people with hugely differing schedules who lived together could. Funny, how you could miss someone and live with them at the same time.

Dragons could be good for keeping him busy too, though, couldn't they? Clark made a beeline for the docks, and recognising the dragon hesitated, blurring to a stop on the roof of one of the warehouses to try and establish what she was fighting. It looked like...nothing. Tail lashing out, spitting acid, she seemed to be fighting more insubstantial enemies even than shadows, writhing and

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[ 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

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[ Her name. Had that been her name? She's almost sure she'd heard it, but-- well, that makes some sense, doesn't it? These disgusting creatures live in the Abyss, after all, and those in the Abyss are privy to all sorts of information you'd probably rather they didn't have.

So she ignores it, except to renew her own fury. Her tail whips around to slice one of them through the middle (taking out a truck, which flies into the water), and this time she's hardly surprised when it splits away only to pull itself together and reform a few seconds later. She could escape. She could take to the air. But these things-- she's entirely sure they'll follow her anywhere she goes, possibly even into the air. In fact, just thinking about escape by flight seems to have given several of the twisting, mutated forms wings.

She'll fight on, then. She lashes out with both wings (there goes a crane and a stack of boxes waiting to be loaded) and spits a torrent of acid (that warehouse didn't really need four intact walls), and looses another loud scream

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[ If there was one person he wa relieved to see join him when it came to fighting dragons, it's Batman. Clark doesn't precisely relax - now isn't the time, since he's busy dodging a flying truck - but he does exhale some of the tension that's been building.

And then it returns full fold. ]

You're telling me she's...high? Are you serious?

[ He looked back at the dragon again, more anxious now than before. ]

I'll get on it. The tail broke Jason's rib; don't whatever you do let her hit you across your left side, it's taken enough blows as it is.

[ Metal cables, in the meantime, were easy. This was a dock, after all, and deep cable stays made of weaved metal and vast, heavy anchor chains, were easy to find. Capturing the dragon was easy, as uncoordinated as she was, thrashing at the invisible and the imagined.]

This is for your own good; I'm sorry.

[kingofrooks]

[ The problem is getting the dragon down and... well, restrained again. At this rate, she's going to destroy half of the docks, and wouldn't that be a riot. Bruce hisses quietly to himself before he peels himself off of the wall, then back. He might as well practice now.

He disappears into the shadows. Khisanth's dark shape is a good thing, as is Clark's shadows falling across her. Bruce pulls himself out of them, until he's half-standing on top of the dragon's snout, then flicking one of his equipment at her.

Before he switches it on, he subvocalizes to Clark: ]

Close your eyes.

[ It'll blind her, at least temporarily. This will at least make sure that she won't be able to go after them specifically - there would be other dangers, of course. But for now?

Bruce will make do. While he thinks about what Clark means by 'the tail broke Jason's rib'. ]