[Doomsday Male Reader x Overwatch/DC AU]
An undisclosed black site, not registered on any official document or record, left barren and destroyed. Pools of blood and piles of bodies decorating the entire facility, and not a culprit in sight. Sirens w...
(AN: So Blizzard has come out with official ages and birthdays for every character, many of which make absolutely no sense... I'm just going to stick with the Overwatch Fandom timeline as I have been doing, it's out of date, but solid, and doesn't have outrageously incorrect information. Also, this would purely be a cosmetic change, but does anyone have any strong objections to whether I number each of the chapters? it would just be much easier for me to figure out where and when things happened. Besides that, hope you enjoy as always!)
Rất tiếc! Hình ảnh này không tuân theo hướng dẫn nội dung. Để tiếp tục đăng tải, vui lòng xóa hoặc tải lên một hình ảnh khác.
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Rose and Odessa readied themselves for the day, racing from their beds, their late night had caused them to sleep in. The sweltering sun hung high in the sky, the commotion of hundreds of busy Junkers scurrying about amidst the streets below. Loosely strapping the bandolier and holster around her waist, the assassin removed much of her heavier armour in an attempt to adapt better in the warmer climate. Subconsciously, she couldn't help but feel exposed without the extra protection, donning a more casual look, so used to combat, any moment of potential weakness meant death. Yet, Odessa seemed to approve of the change, responding with a thumbs up and a bright grin. Before leaving, Rose turned towards the older, worn dresser near, her swords placed neatly upon each other, held in a fine sheath, a ray of sunlight danced upon a sliver of exposed metal, flashing against her good eye. She couldn't help but think back to the nightmare she had endured the previous night, frozen in thought momentarily, before reaching out for the blades, adeptly securing them onto her person. Reprieve pushed away the anxious thoughts, as she collected a few scattered throwing-knives, those dreams would hold no power unless she gave into them, breathing calmly.
The pair descended through the tower, however, what became evidently clear as they neared the base of the structure, exiting onto the wide, open streets of Junkertown, was the level of organisation at play, with Junkers constantly coming and going. Large groups walked by, draped in armour, wielding weapons of all sorts, swords, axes, maces, staffs, bats and crowbars, but also firearms, from the smallest pistols to hauling large crates, rudimentary but still functioning mini-guns and turrets. Mechs walked along the streets, moving resources about, mostly wooden logs and metal plates, while trucks helped transport people about, basic engineers and craftsmen, each equipped with tools. Above the heavy footfall, heavy sounds of raging saws and blowtorches fought for supremacy, the banging of hammer against nail and the clashing of metal. From the outside it looked chaotic, but for this society, it was a well-oiled machine, each Junker a moving part in a grander scheme, performing their role. Rose was shocked at the sight, originally taking the wastelanders as simple barbarians cannibals, incapable of any sense of unity, this had clearly been proven wrong.
"What the hell is going on?" Rose said aloud, attempting to take in the industrial might all around her, Odessa held her hands to her hips, "Hey, we may fight amongst each other from time to time, but when we come together, we can get stuff done well." It was evident that there was an intense passion towards the labour, as each man, woman and child went about their work, akin to an almost religious fervour, "It's probably because of the Yowie, all's we needed was a little push." In the near distance, marching alongside a crowd of Junkers, Bizarro could be spotted, hoisting two thick, heavy chains over his back, each attached to a large bulldozer, at least three times bigger than the clone, yet gave him little issue as he strolled forward. The two ran over, getting his attention, Bizarro smiled at their arrival, happy to see a familiar face, "Rose! Purple mohawk girl!"
