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Artemis scaled up the length of this rocky cliff, and swallowed back a gag as the filthy bog below her let out a whiff of something foul.
If it had to be compared to something, it would be what old, sweat-crusted gym socks smelled like when they were ducked in milk expired by a few years. There would be no possible way to wash out that stench if she fell in.
Her hands clawed desperately for purchase of the rock slide as one of her boots caught between two slippery rocks, squeezing her toes within her boot uncomfortably.
Fighting off another rush of vertigo as she gazed over her shoulder at the drop, and definitely trying not to focus on the noxious fumes, Artemis abandoned her trapped boot and pushed on - thankful to discover smoother footing.
…The crystal ball nestled a black, leather glove dimmed with Artemis's image. "She would ( ... )
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"What did you DO to him, you sick FREAK?" she hissed. Her teammate began coughing violently, his spine bending forward, hands supporting him from falling flat. Her own features pinched and paled with anxiety as he struggled to catch his breath, Wally's entire body jerking with the effort to keep oxygen coming into his lungs with hideous gasping and coughing.
"Answer this riddle first." The Goblin King juggled his crystal ball between his hands, skillfully. "Oh," he cheerfully reminded her as she had gone silent, "and do try to remember your manners. Your little friend doesn't appear to have much time left to him ( ... )
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A burst of warm, city heat smacked Artemis face first and she jolted upright from doubling over, clutching her throbbing head.
(What…?)
Not more than a couple feet, Mad Hatter howled out "Nonononoooo!" and crawled over to collect the broken pieces of his newest invention. He let out a long, tortured sob, glaring outright at her until Artemis's combat boot hit him square in the gut, forcing a groaning "Ohh~…" before she punched him out cold with her balled up right fist, snapping his head back and allowing him to crumple.
That's right. Hallucination. A big, whopping mindtrip around Gotham. Kid Flash had been missing a few hours and she-…
…shit.
Artemis raced across the other end of the building's rooftop, kneepads cushioning her as she grabbed a motionless Wally, maneuvering him onto his back. Yanking back both of their cowls and the Kid Flash goggles, her fingertips touched cooling sweat on his nose and lips fading to ashy blue. No air pulling or escaping.
(What did Mad Hatter mean anyway?"Come on, you idiot…!" Artemis ( ... )
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Oh Artemis, you are the baddest BAMF in Gotham.
Let me love you, writer anon.
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