The casino was a cacophony of flashing lights, synthetic jingles, and the hypnotic clatter of coins spilling into trays. Normally, crowds shuffled from machine to machine, chasing dopamine and luck in equal measure. But tonight, the floor was silent—abandoned. Security guards lay crumpled near ...
2025-04-17 14:03:28 +0000 UTC View PostThe city smelled like rust and sea rot. Harry stepped through the secure PRT checkpoint, squinting as sunlight hit his face for the first ti
The city smelled like rust and sea rot.
Harry stepped through the secure PRT checkpoint, squinting as sunlight hit his face for the first time i...
2025-04-17 08:00:17 +0000 UTC View PostThe next sessions were grueling.
They were meant to be.
Taylor didn’t complain—at least, not out loud. Every morning she woke with sore shoulders and deep bruises hidden beneath the collar of her borrowed Gotham U hoodie. Every night she returned to Wayne Manor exhausted, a thin s...
2025-04-16 19:59:08 +0000 UTC View PostIn her first sparring session, she faced Damian Wayne.
The mats in the manor's lower training wing smelled like sweat and old leather. It was a scent Taylor knew well by now—comforting in a strange, almost grim way.
But this was different.
This was one of the Batfamily's...
2025-04-16 17:47:16 +0000 UTC View PostMiss Militia led him to a second testing room. This one was larger, reinforced, and significantly more intimidating. The walls gleamed with tech-integrated
Miss Militia led him to a second testing room. This one was larger, reinforced, and significantly more intimidating. The walls gleamed...
2025-04-16 07:00:30 +0000 UTC View PostThe breakfast rush had tapered off, leaving the diner in a warm lull of clinking dishes and low chatter. Sunlight filtered through the wide windows, painting golden stripes across the checkered floor. The smell of coffee and fried eggs lingered in the air, clinging to the vinyl booths and the edg...
2025-04-16 07:00:13 +0000 UTC View PostI apologise for not updating The Brave And The Bug on Monday. The current chapter I'm writing requires a lot of focus because it is meant to show how far Taylor has come. Hopefully, after my exam today, I’ll be able to finish it up and post both updates. Thank you for understanding.
2025-04-16 06:53:02 +0000 UTC View PostThe sun was just beginning to rise when Taylor knocked on the back door of the gym.
Her hoodie clung to her skin, damp with sweat from the run—more adrenaline than cardio, really. She hadn’t even planned on coming here. But somewhere between the blood-soaked motel sheets and the poundin...
2025-04-15 09:06:50 +0000 UTC View PostHarry hated hospitals. Too clean. Too white. Too quiet. The room they’d given him wasn’t locked, not officially, but he could feel the eyes
Harry hated hospitals. He hated this one especially.
The room they’d given him wasn’t locked, though it was kept closed always for ...
2025-04-15 08:00:23 +0000 UTC View PostVelocity hated awkward assignments.
This one reeked of it.
The city was still cleaning up from the latest Bakuda incident, and the site told its own story. There hadn’t been a conventional detonation—no scattered shrapnel, no outward blast. Instead, there was a crater. A perfect, ...
2025-04-15 07:00:29 +0000 UTC View PostThe meeting room felt colder than usual, though that might’ve been the tension in the air rather than the air conditioning. A wall-length mo
The meeting room felt colder than usual, though that might’ve been the tension in the air rather than the air conditioning working on full blast.<...
2025-04-14 11:24:17 +0000 UTC View PostThe day had no business being as beautiful as it was.
The sky above Brockton Bay was painfully blue. The kind of blue that made people forget. The kind that didn’t belong over a city still recovering from a bombing spree. A breeze drifted in from the bay, carrying the mingled scent of sal...
2025-04-14 07:00:19 +0000 UTC View PostMaggie sat cross-legged on the bed, a lukewarm cup of tea in her hands, doomscrolling with mild disinterest. Contessa stood by the window with the curtains parted slightly aside, staring out at the city lights. She hadn’t spoken in nearly an hour.
Maggie didn’t press. She’d learned no...
2025-04-14 07:00:08 +0000 UTC View PostSuperman blinked as the world resolved around him: a corridor, pristine and endless, stretched before them. White tile underfoot, white walls to either side, and an equally white-tinted ceiling of seamless glass filtered fluorescent light across the hall. Everything glowed, yet nothing cast a sha...
2025-04-13 04:30:41 +0000 UTC View PostA day passed. Maybe two. Harry wasn’t sure. Time felt strange here—passing too quickly amidst the rhythmic beeping of machines and the dista
A day passed, maybe two. Harry wasn’t sure. Time felt strange here, passing too quickly amidst the rhythmic beeping of machines and the distant ...
2025-04-12 17:24:30 +0000 UTC View PostThe motel room smelled like rust and sweat.
Taylor sat on the edge of the bed, her spine hunched, clothes soaked in blood. Her hands trembled as she pressed a wad of torn fabric against the gash in her side. The adrenaline was fading fast, and with it came pain—sharp, nauseating pain that...
2025-04-12 09:30:11 +0000 UTC View PostA PRT trooper—tactical armor pristine, visor reflective, no personal nameplate or insignia; just a faceless cog in the machine—waited when Greg
A PRT trooper—tactical armor pristine, visor reflective, no personal nameplate or insignia; just a faceless cog in the machine—waited when ...
2025-04-12 07:00:03 +0000 UTC View PostMaggie was reading on the couch when Contessa got home. The apartment smelled of citrus cleaner and the faint remnants of microwave popcorn. Maggie didn’t look up at first—just stretched beneath her blanket, thumb still tucked between pages, and said, “Hey, you. How’d therapy go?”
Gojo found him in a rust-streaked alley behind what used to be a bodega, halfway between the docks and a neighborhood that reeked of bad decisions and burning plastic—the kind of place people disappeared into, or out of.
The man was trying very hard not to look like he was running. ...
2025-04-11 08:08:49 +0000 UTC View PostThe world returned with the slow clarity of a sunrise—warm, sterile light bleeding through his eyelids. Harry stirred. Aches pulsed deep in
The world returned with the slow clarity of a sunrise, its warm, sterile light bleeding through his eyelids. Harry stirred. Aches pulsed deep in his ...
2025-04-11 06:09:38 +0000 UTC View PostBy day, Gotham wore a mask of order.
Students hurried between lectures with earbuds in and heads down, professionals disappeared into concrete towers with coffee in one hand and a device or stack of papers in the other, and traffic pulsed like a lifeline—horns blaring, signals blinking in...
2025-04-11 04:39:20 +0000 UTC View PostIt was the quiet that he noticed first. Not the absence of sound—but that specific quiet, the kind that hummed under your skin and made ever
It was the quiet that he noticed first. Not the absence of sound, but that specific quiet: the kind that hummed under your skin and made everything ...
2025-04-10 15:34:12 +0000 UTC View PostThe alley was narrow, dark, and slick with rain. Trash bins lined the walls like silent sentries, water pooling around their rusted bases. Taylor’s mask clung damp to her face, the soaked cloth molding to her skin as she twisted the mugger’s wrist behind his back and forced him down. 2025-04-10 08:00:07 +0000 UTC View Post
Gojo Satoru liked to walk.
Not because he had to—between teleportation, flight, and generally ignoring the laws of physics, walking was rarely the fastest option. But there was something meditative about it. Letting the world move at its own clumsy pace while he drifted through it like a ...
2025-04-10 05:59:02 +0000 UTC View PostThe street had been cleared of life—whether by design or collateral consequence, it was hard to tell. Asphalt buckled from earlier blasts. The wrecks of cars sat in crumpled silhouettes, their skeletons still smoldering. Smoke rose in slow spirals, curling like question marks into a sky gone si...
2025-04-09 20:30:50 +0000 UTC View PostShe didn’t have a room. Not really.
Dick had gestured toward the side wings of the Manor and told her to choose whichever room she wanted. No guidance. No preference. Just choice, a luxury that felt more like a burden as there were too many options: rooms too big, too ornate, with beds th...
2025-04-09 08:00:04 +0000 UTC View PostThe breakfast cart arrived with the clink of ceramic and silverware. A server wheeled it in, lifted the tray onto the table with ease, and offered a cheerful “Enjoy your morning!” before vanishing like a ghost.
Maggie pounced the moment the door clicked shut, throwing back the silver do...
2025-04-09 07:53:24 +0000 UTC View PostThe world exploded into chaos. Noelle surged forward, her monstrous body swallowing the light with every crashing step. Instinct had scream
The world exploded into chaos.
Noelle surged forward, her monstrous body swallowing the light with every crashing step. Instinct had scream...
2025-04-09 05:37:45 +0000 UTC View PostThe world came back in flashes of pain and dust-choked air. Harry coughed, his ribs screaming as he pushed himself up from the rubble. Dinah
The world came back in flashes of pain and dust-choked air.
Harry coughed, his ribs screaming as he pushed himself up from the rubble. Dinah lay...
2025-04-08 20:31:10 +0000 UTC View PostThe gym was quiet that afternoon. Even the usual clatter of weights and the rhythmic thuds of the punching bags being worked had faded into the background, muffled like the building itself was holding its breath.
The damp air was thick with the scent of old sweat and cleaning chemical...
2025-04-08 12:18:52 +0000 UTC View Post