[DC Comics+Uncharted] The Arrest
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Title: The Arrest
Fandoms: Uncharted and DC Comics crossover
Rating: PG, mainly for language
Summary: Security detail at a museum's usually pretty boring. For Wildcat, however, tonight ended up being more exciting than he bargained for (and then some).
Disclaimer: Pretty obvious one; none of this is mine.
Wildcat hated security detail. It wasn't even legitimate this time: the JSA wanted him to be the "final guard" between an artifact of Sir Francis Drake's and possible intruders. On a tip from an "anonymous source" (read: some psychic that had foretold destruction and doom), the JSA had learned that someone might attempt to steal Sir Francis's telescope at the Smithsonian. Instead of pulling out all the stops, they asked Wildcat to watch over it by himself! He should've taken the job more seriously, but as it was, Wildcat was exhausted.
The night guards knew he'd be there, and since his reputation preceded him, the guards didn't bother to stop by and say hello. They claimed they had more ground to cover; Wildcat knew that they just didn't want to be eaten. As if he'd actually eat them - the guys would be a one-way ticket to high blood pressure and cholesterol (and okay, he didn't actually eat his own kind when he was in werepanther form). Somehow that rumor had stuck when nothing else about him had.
He yawned, stretching his body onto the floor before the artifact case before he casually rested his head and arms on the tile floor. If the intruders had half a brain, they wouldn't bother to sneak in. As it was, the exhibit felt eerily silent. But no, some stupid psychic had to predict that something would be stolen tonight, and who better to watch over the area than the resident werepanther? Wildcat groaned at the memory: Pops really did have some sadistic ideas of punishment. This "item duty" had been karmic revenge for Tom's latest attempt to smoke in the Boxing Arena---the one time that he hadn't actually been caught in person, to boot!
Just how much longer would this take? Wildcat let a roar - a yawn, really - escape his lips as he glanced around the area. Although the room in question had windows, they were tightly shut tonight. The only way in at this hour was through the doors, though Wildcat couldn't quite remember if they had an alarm on them or not. (If they didn't, he might have been tempted enough to actually leave the area.)
Alas, he had to stay here. On the cold marble floor. With little more than his fur - no matter how warm it was - to protect him against the cold. Half-tempted to fall asleep right then and there, Wildcat lazily glanced at the door again before closing one eye. No one'd be stupid enough to come---
"---just a little longer, Nate. We'll be out of here in no time."
Wildcat's ears perked up. So the "anonymous source" had been right: someone - or a group of someones - fully intended to snatch the telescope and take it home with them.
"Alright, alright," He could hear the second voice (presumably this "Nate" guy) say to the first. "Just give me a sec to disarm the alarm."
Wildcat rose to his feet. He had a couple of options: either he could stay in front of the artifact and immediately cause a scene, or he could silently take them out as they were about to leave. The superhero in him wanted the first option; the realist in him wanted the second. He had no idea what kind of weapons these idiots had on them, and in the case that they brought guns? He wouldn't have a fun night, even if he could outrun bullets.
"Fine, fine," The first voice - a particularly fine, sensual voice - responded to her partner. "Just hurry up, will ya?"
Wildcat chuckled softly to himself. Just wait 'til they saw the surprise waiting for them inside... the all-too familiar 'click' of the disengaged alarm sounded through Wildcat's ears. He immediately jumped back into the shadows as he watched the doors open to let a couple through. The leader, a tall, rugged guy with a flashlight in his hands, peered into the room to double-check for last minute surprises. As he shone the light around, Wildcat held his breath and ducked down below.
As he crawled - on all fours, to make matters worse - he listened to their conversation. He could see the guy talk to the girl (even in the darkness, Wildcat could make out how beautiful her blue eyes were---and okay, maybe he couldn't peer away from her ass) about Sir. Francis Drake and just why that telescope was so valuable to them. It would be the key to finding some long-lost treasure or some desert city that they'd been searching for for years!
At this point, Wildcat was very sure that they were both ridiculously high on something. As Nate spoke, "Come on, Chloe, give me a hand," Wildcat crept behind them and then, without warning? He quickly latched onto this Chloe girl as the lights flickered on.
Chloe, to give her credit, attempted to wrestle free from his grasp---but when Nate pulled out the gun? Wildcat snarled at him with the biggest roar he could muster.
"Drop. The. Weapon." Wildcat growled, protectively wrapping his arms around Chloe as she struggled to break free. "Or else I'll eat her."
"Nate..." Chloe laughed nervously. "The thing speaks."
"I-I can see that..." Nate stepped back, still shining the light in Wildcat's direction (and his eyes, though that attempt didn't really work). "What are you?"
"If you don't drop the gun? A cannibal," Wildcat snorted, flicking the light-switch on with his tail. In the light, he could better make out Nate: the guy didn't seem much older than Wildcat was, though he certainly had a hero's physique. Wildcat waited for what seemed like forever until Nate obeyed his orders and dropped the gun onto the floor. Once he did, Wildcat effortlessly felt Chloe down and reached for her gun holster---
Chloe took the opportunity to smack him. Wildcat staggered back; Nate knelt down and pointed his gun forward.
Damn! Wildcat hadn't planned on a fight, much less one with guns. He jumped at Nate and seized the guy's hand. Nate was quicker: he pulled the trigger. Dodging the bullet (and hearing it land squarely in some poor display case), Wildcat winced as yet another alarm rang throughout the room. Thanks to his hearing, he could hear it way too well.
Nate stared at the bullet hole, then at his weapon again. "That's.... I thought I disarmed it all..."
"Clearly not," Wildcat wryly remarked as he cautiously stood from one of the rafters. "Now, will you go quietly or will we have to make more of a fuss?"
His partner, the girl with the lovely view, snorted at him. "I still can't believe it. The kitten really talks."
God. Wildcat rolled his eyes at her before giving her another roar. She really couldn't believe that he talked? For crying out loud, he was a giant werepanther! He didn't hesitate to jump down and pull out two pairs of handcuffs (conveniently nabbed from the guards earlier). As he approached them, he held out the handcuffs and remarked, "Again, we can do this the easy way..."
At that moment, he thumped his tail. As if on cue, Stargirl and Captain Marvel appeared in the door frame and casually waved at Chloe and Nate. For good measure - and quite possibly to show off their powers - Stargirl casually tossed a bolt of light at the floor. As it sizzled, Wildcat again shook the handcuffs. "... Or the hard way."
"Wait a sec." Nate paused, reluctantly dropping his weapon before he held out his arms. "You're a cape?"
"Got it in one," Wildcat replied as he carefully handcuffed Nate. Then, moving his attention to Chloe, he grinned widely. Baring his fangs for her to see, he cheerfully remarked, "Next time, you might want to make sure the JSA's out of town that weekend."
Chloe's eyes paled as she slowly, reluctantly dropped her gun onto the floor. "Damn," she murmured, following it up with quite possibly the most colorful tirade of words Wildcat had heard in years. "Arrested by a stinking giant kitten."
Stargirl giggled, giving Captain Marvel a knowing glance as she helped Wildcat escort the thieves out the door. "If she thinks that's bad, she could've had it waaaay worse."
"Oh?" Chloe blinked, looking up at her (much younger) opponent. "Dare I ask?"
"You could've been arrested by the Flash," Captain Marvel smirked, "And had to listen to 'back when I was a young hero, thieves didn't have guns! they had their bare hands!' stories."
"Well, we can't have that now, can we?" Nate joked, though his face still had the most disbelieving expression as he was pushed out the door by both Captain Marvel and Stargirl. "Better to be caught by teenagers with attitude than some old folks, right?"
"Hey!" Wildcat could hear Captain Marvel say as they left the door. "I resent that last one!"
They'd left him to deal with Chloe. Wildcat gazed at her for a moment longer than necessary before he shook his head at her. "And to think," He chuckled, more to himself than anything. "I could've actually had a chance with that ass."
She smirked at him, "Oh? You think I'd actually give a giant kitten a chance?"
"Maybe not a giant kitten," Wildcat smirked back, casually brushing back some loose strands of hair. "But what if I was more than a fuzzy animal?"
"You never know," She chuckled as he pushed her outside and towards the cop cars waiting for them. "You just might graduate to a cat before you know it."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah." She genuinely smiled at him before the cops took her in. "See you around, kitten."
As he watched the cop cars whisk them away towards the nearest jail, Wildcat had a sinking feeling that he'd see them around many, many times before they learned their lesson. Thieves like them usually had a good reason for being stupid---and when he went back to inspect the museum?
He couldn't find that darn telescope anywhere. So much for an 'easy job.' Dad'd skin him alive, considering it was the key to some deserted city and those thieves still had it on their persons...
Before he knew what he was doing, Wildcat immediately bolted after them. If the world was going to end because of a telescope, he certainly didn't want any part of this on his permanent record. Some things were best left untouched.
camalyng! I promised her I'd fic this, and well... it came out a little too short for me, but it's the start of a hilarious ship for sure. :DTitle: The Arrest
Fandoms: Uncharted and DC Comics crossover
Rating: PG, mainly for language
Summary: Security detail at a museum's usually pretty boring. For Wildcat, however, tonight ended up being more exciting than he bargained for (and then some).
Disclaimer: Pretty obvious one; none of this is mine.
Wildcat hated security detail. It wasn't even legitimate this time: the JSA wanted him to be the "final guard" between an artifact of Sir Francis Drake's and possible intruders. On a tip from an "anonymous source" (read: some psychic that had foretold destruction and doom), the JSA had learned that someone might attempt to steal Sir Francis's telescope at the Smithsonian. Instead of pulling out all the stops, they asked Wildcat to watch over it by himself! He should've taken the job more seriously, but as it was, Wildcat was exhausted.
The night guards knew he'd be there, and since his reputation preceded him, the guards didn't bother to stop by and say hello. They claimed they had more ground to cover; Wildcat knew that they just didn't want to be eaten. As if he'd actually eat them - the guys would be a one-way ticket to high blood pressure and cholesterol (and okay, he didn't actually eat his own kind when he was in werepanther form). Somehow that rumor had stuck when nothing else about him had.
He yawned, stretching his body onto the floor before the artifact case before he casually rested his head and arms on the tile floor. If the intruders had half a brain, they wouldn't bother to sneak in. As it was, the exhibit felt eerily silent. But no, some stupid psychic had to predict that something would be stolen tonight, and who better to watch over the area than the resident werepanther? Wildcat groaned at the memory: Pops really did have some sadistic ideas of punishment. This "item duty" had been karmic revenge for Tom's latest attempt to smoke in the Boxing Arena---the one time that he hadn't actually been caught in person, to boot!
Just how much longer would this take? Wildcat let a roar - a yawn, really - escape his lips as he glanced around the area. Although the room in question had windows, they were tightly shut tonight. The only way in at this hour was through the doors, though Wildcat couldn't quite remember if they had an alarm on them or not. (If they didn't, he might have been tempted enough to actually leave the area.)
Alas, he had to stay here. On the cold marble floor. With little more than his fur - no matter how warm it was - to protect him against the cold. Half-tempted to fall asleep right then and there, Wildcat lazily glanced at the door again before closing one eye. No one'd be stupid enough to come---
"---just a little longer, Nate. We'll be out of here in no time."
Wildcat's ears perked up. So the "anonymous source" had been right: someone - or a group of someones - fully intended to snatch the telescope and take it home with them.
"Alright, alright," He could hear the second voice (presumably this "Nate" guy) say to the first. "Just give me a sec to disarm the alarm."
Wildcat rose to his feet. He had a couple of options: either he could stay in front of the artifact and immediately cause a scene, or he could silently take them out as they were about to leave. The superhero in him wanted the first option; the realist in him wanted the second. He had no idea what kind of weapons these idiots had on them, and in the case that they brought guns? He wouldn't have a fun night, even if he could outrun bullets.
"Fine, fine," The first voice - a particularly fine, sensual voice - responded to her partner. "Just hurry up, will ya?"
Wildcat chuckled softly to himself. Just wait 'til they saw the surprise waiting for them inside... the all-too familiar 'click' of the disengaged alarm sounded through Wildcat's ears. He immediately jumped back into the shadows as he watched the doors open to let a couple through. The leader, a tall, rugged guy with a flashlight in his hands, peered into the room to double-check for last minute surprises. As he shone the light around, Wildcat held his breath and ducked down below.
As he crawled - on all fours, to make matters worse - he listened to their conversation. He could see the guy talk to the girl (even in the darkness, Wildcat could make out how beautiful her blue eyes were---and okay, maybe he couldn't peer away from her ass) about Sir. Francis Drake and just why that telescope was so valuable to them. It would be the key to finding some long-lost treasure or some desert city that they'd been searching for for years!
At this point, Wildcat was very sure that they were both ridiculously high on something. As Nate spoke, "Come on, Chloe, give me a hand," Wildcat crept behind them and then, without warning? He quickly latched onto this Chloe girl as the lights flickered on.
Chloe, to give her credit, attempted to wrestle free from his grasp---but when Nate pulled out the gun? Wildcat snarled at him with the biggest roar he could muster.
"Drop. The. Weapon." Wildcat growled, protectively wrapping his arms around Chloe as she struggled to break free. "Or else I'll eat her."
"Nate..." Chloe laughed nervously. "The thing speaks."
"I-I can see that..." Nate stepped back, still shining the light in Wildcat's direction (and his eyes, though that attempt didn't really work). "What are you?"
"If you don't drop the gun? A cannibal," Wildcat snorted, flicking the light-switch on with his tail. In the light, he could better make out Nate: the guy didn't seem much older than Wildcat was, though he certainly had a hero's physique. Wildcat waited for what seemed like forever until Nate obeyed his orders and dropped the gun onto the floor. Once he did, Wildcat effortlessly felt Chloe down and reached for her gun holster---
Chloe took the opportunity to smack him. Wildcat staggered back; Nate knelt down and pointed his gun forward.
Damn! Wildcat hadn't planned on a fight, much less one with guns. He jumped at Nate and seized the guy's hand. Nate was quicker: he pulled the trigger. Dodging the bullet (and hearing it land squarely in some poor display case), Wildcat winced as yet another alarm rang throughout the room. Thanks to his hearing, he could hear it way too well.
Nate stared at the bullet hole, then at his weapon again. "That's.... I thought I disarmed it all..."
"Clearly not," Wildcat wryly remarked as he cautiously stood from one of the rafters. "Now, will you go quietly or will we have to make more of a fuss?"
His partner, the girl with the lovely view, snorted at him. "I still can't believe it. The kitten really talks."
God. Wildcat rolled his eyes at her before giving her another roar. She really couldn't believe that he talked? For crying out loud, he was a giant werepanther! He didn't hesitate to jump down and pull out two pairs of handcuffs (conveniently nabbed from the guards earlier). As he approached them, he held out the handcuffs and remarked, "Again, we can do this the easy way..."
At that moment, he thumped his tail. As if on cue, Stargirl and Captain Marvel appeared in the door frame and casually waved at Chloe and Nate. For good measure - and quite possibly to show off their powers - Stargirl casually tossed a bolt of light at the floor. As it sizzled, Wildcat again shook the handcuffs. "... Or the hard way."
"Wait a sec." Nate paused, reluctantly dropping his weapon before he held out his arms. "You're a cape?"
"Got it in one," Wildcat replied as he carefully handcuffed Nate. Then, moving his attention to Chloe, he grinned widely. Baring his fangs for her to see, he cheerfully remarked, "Next time, you might want to make sure the JSA's out of town that weekend."
Chloe's eyes paled as she slowly, reluctantly dropped her gun onto the floor. "Damn," she murmured, following it up with quite possibly the most colorful tirade of words Wildcat had heard in years. "Arrested by a stinking giant kitten."
Stargirl giggled, giving Captain Marvel a knowing glance as she helped Wildcat escort the thieves out the door. "If she thinks that's bad, she could've had it waaaay worse."
"Oh?" Chloe blinked, looking up at her (much younger) opponent. "Dare I ask?"
"You could've been arrested by the Flash," Captain Marvel smirked, "And had to listen to 'back when I was a young hero, thieves didn't have guns! they had their bare hands!' stories."
"Well, we can't have that now, can we?" Nate joked, though his face still had the most disbelieving expression as he was pushed out the door by both Captain Marvel and Stargirl. "Better to be caught by teenagers with attitude than some old folks, right?"
"Hey!" Wildcat could hear Captain Marvel say as they left the door. "I resent that last one!"
They'd left him to deal with Chloe. Wildcat gazed at her for a moment longer than necessary before he shook his head at her. "And to think," He chuckled, more to himself than anything. "I could've actually had a chance with that ass."
She smirked at him, "Oh? You think I'd actually give a giant kitten a chance?"
"Maybe not a giant kitten," Wildcat smirked back, casually brushing back some loose strands of hair. "But what if I was more than a fuzzy animal?"
"You never know," She chuckled as he pushed her outside and towards the cop cars waiting for them. "You just might graduate to a cat before you know it."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah." She genuinely smiled at him before the cops took her in. "See you around, kitten."
As he watched the cop cars whisk them away towards the nearest jail, Wildcat had a sinking feeling that he'd see them around many, many times before they learned their lesson. Thieves like them usually had a good reason for being stupid---and when he went back to inspect the museum?
He couldn't find that darn telescope anywhere. So much for an 'easy job.' Dad'd skin him alive, considering it was the key to some deserted city and those thieves still had it on their persons...
Before he knew what he was doing, Wildcat immediately bolted after them. If the world was going to end because of a telescope, he certainly didn't want any part of this on his permanent record. Some things were best left untouched.
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Kitten has just accurately described all three games.
"Or else I'll eat her."
BEST THREAT
pull out two pairs of handcuffs from god-knows-where
... WHERE.
He couldn't find that darn telescope
I love that they still got away with it!
This is delightful :D
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And it's Nate and Chloe, of course they got away with it |3