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He runs so fast, he nearly hits a wall, but banks a hard left at the last second.
“Dude! I didn’t come here to fight!”
He gets clotheslined because he’s not paying attention and suddenly he’s on his back, staring up at Sportsmaster.
“Why the hell else would you be here?” Crock growls, glowering down at the younger man.
Wally grins like he’s about to pee himself. “Well see I already asked her mom but…I’m kinda old fashioned and I was sorta hoping you would give me a thumbs up on marrying your daughter…?”
Silence fills the empty warehouse for a long moment, and Wally swallows hard, waiting.
Waiting kills him.
Or in this case, waiting might be the last thing he ever does before Sportsmaster kills him.
And then the man is laughing. It echos through the warehouse, bouncing off the walls and making Wally more nervous than ever.
Suddenly, he’s gripped by the shoulder and placed on his feet.
“Get outta here,” Crock says. “Before Baby Girl finds out you did this and shows up to shove her foot up your ass.”
Wally is gone in seconds.
The family he’s marrying into has strange ways of saying yes.
that's okay! I thought it would be a bit of a stretch. How about a scare while artemis is pregnant with baby Iris paula? (or actually just anything with the little bacon bit, she's too perfect)
(EVENTUALLY I’ll figure it out…)
She gets in from Yoga class and sighs, feeling sore. The instructor says she’s trying to hard, and maybe she is; maybe she’s feeling a tiny bit competitive with the other expectant mothers in her class.
Six months pregnant and still, sometimes she still feels the kid who tried so hard to impress Batman and Green Arrow and the rest of the team.
That seems like a lifetime ago, now. Standing in the modest house in Keystone City she shares with her husband of six years, and will soon share with their first child.
“It’s a nice place, Baby Girl. Never pegged you for the Suzie Homemaker type, though.”
The voice feels like ice running through her veins and she takes a defensive stance, which only partially works. The extra weight she’s carrying throws her off a little.
“You really think you can have this pretty little normal life?” her father asks, leaning in the kitchen doorway.
“Who said anything about normal?”
He moseys over to her, twirling a gun with his fingers. “You really think all this can last?”
“So far so good.”
“It’ll get ripped away,” Sportsmaster tells her. “Trust me, Baby Girl.” He aims the gun at her protruding stomach.
“You wouldn’t,” Artemis snaps, disgusted. “You’re a jack-ass, but you’re not that vicious.”
She sees him ready to cock the gun, but before she can make a move, a foot kicks the gun away, and then kicks Sportsmaster in the gut, and the man reels back.
Artemis backs up, hand on her belly. “Jade?”
“No worries, Sis,” Jade says, her foot on their father’s throat. “He won’t be coming back. Will you, Crusher? Or did you forget what happened the last time you pissed off one of your daughters’ redheaded husbands?”
Their father snarls quietly.
Jade smirks. “He pulled this on us just after Lian was born. Roy stabbed him in the face with an arrow. It was impressive. And incredibly hot.”
Artemis glowers down at the man, before kicking him in the jaw. “We have arrows in the house, too, Dad. And I’m married to the fastest man alive. I’d consider that the next time you think about stopping by.”
Would you be able to right about Artemis and Jade growing up with Sportsmaster while Paula was in jail?
It’s literally a week before she sees either of them again. Her father stumbles into the apartment, beat up, shot in the leg, with a beaten up grocery and dumps it on the table.
Artemis cowers back from him, not sure where his head is at. Not sure what he’s going to do.
At least he brought food. She’d run out three days before.
“Well?” her father snaps. “Aren’t you gonna thank me, you ungrateful brat?” he limps to the bathroom, leaving a trail of blood, and slams the door behind him.
Artemis stares at the crushed cereal boxes and battered packs of bread, cheese and peanut butter, and then lunges forward for it.
As she stuffs her face, she thinks maybe Jade was right to leave; maybe she should just disappear like her sister. But she can’t handle the thought of her mother coming home to no one. The woman who protected her from her father’s worst rages deserves much, much more than that.
So she stays. She eats when there’s food, and when there’s not, she lives off of school lunches and stolen candy bars.
Her father walks out of the bathroom, patched up, in nothing but his boxer shorts and observes her.
“Forgot to leave you cash, didn’t I?”
Artemis huffs and nods. There’s nothing she can actually say that won’t get her hit, and she knows it.
“Eh. Builds character. I’ll leave some this time.”
‘Gee…thanks…’ Artemis thinks as she rips open the pack of cheese. ‘Father of the year goes to…’
have any headcannons about lawrence crock's past?
Holy hell, wow - I’m so sorry for taking so long to answer this (kept getting distracted all over the place - welp)
Lawrence, I believe, was given up by his birth mother as a baby, and was inserted into the foster system. He was always a tall kid, but his height came with a lack of muscle build, and even though he always had a natural talent when it came to sports, he was often discriminated against or picked on because of his size, and the fact that he looked like too much of a “pretty boy” to play sports; with his blond hair and baby face (aka. the reason why he is a freakishly good-looking 60-year old).
His foster father was, in short, a bully, and once Lawrence was sixteen, his foster father kicked him out of the home, stating that he was ‘a man now’ and ‘needed to stop cuckoo-ing off my hard work’. Lawrence took that advice, and built himself up, physically and mentally to a huge extent, and then went back to face his foster father one year later.
His foster-father was the first man he killed.
From there, he got himself into jobs working for the Gotham gangs as a basic henchman. It was here that he gained the nickname “Crusher”, and it was also here where he began to gain the attention of Ra’s al Ghul. Al Ghul charmed Crusher into joining the League of Shadows - with jobs far more interesting and important than just weapon and drug stashing.
Crusher embraced the Shadow’s lifestyle, and it was one of his assignments in Vietnam that he met the feisty, young criminal known as Huntress around the local area. Working towards similar agendas, the two teamed up for a week, and during this week, Crusher used the opportunity to charm Huntress into joining the League of Shadows. Wishing to escape her lifestyle in Vietnam, Huntress took up the offer, and followed Crusher back to Ra’s Al Ghul.
The two of them made a good team whilst on jobs, and through these jobs, they began to act on their initial attraction towards each other.
Then sex and marriage and babies and boom!
Also - Crusher, unlike Paula, only took up the persona of Sportsmaster after the appearance of the first few heroes.
And yes - he did actually want children. Neither Jade nor Artemis were accidents (and he wasn’t disappointed that they weren’t boys, either - in fact, he preferred it, as he believed they could grow up to be more dangerous than if he had been given sons).
Artemis always got along better with Crusher than she did with Paula.
Paula was always a little bit obsessed with reliving her youth through her daughter, while Crusher took the time to make sure Artemis got the kind of training she needed to survive. Her father was her hero and all she could ever feel at those who put him behind bars was anger.
Artemis always wanted to be just like her daddy and even now, after his death, hopes that he’s proud of her.
Sportsmaster and Huntress meeting for the first time. prompt.
So, my feels for the Crock family (Crusher/Paula included) are a hot mess. So this was fun. I don’t know how I feel about the end result though. I didn’t want to drag it on or do any “fighting” so this is what I got instead. I have no idea how Paula was back in the day, so I just assume Jade got her attitude from her and went from there. :)
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“You come here often little girl?” Sportsmaster always kept it cool, even when things didn’t go as planned. Finding some chick dressed like Tarzan’s wife, stealing the exact same jewel Ra’s Al Ghul had hired him to snatch definitely wasn’t part of the plan. Still, he kept it cool. He’d get his hands on his prize one way or another. She smirked up at him, not intimidated by his large physique.
“Depends on who wants to know,” she countered. Her eyes were jaded behind the black makeup. Crusher admitted she was stunning, a fine piece of work. If this wasn’t all business, he’d definitely show her how to hold a bat. He crossed his arms over his broad chest and stepped forward. He noticed her grip on the gem the Shadows wanted tighten. Good, so she was scared.
“Sportsmaster,” he said, before adding, “and you’re on my turf.” She smirked and began circling around him, eyeing him up and down. She didn’t make an attempt to escape - they both knew he was too quick for that - but she seemed to have something up her sleeve.
“Huntress,” was all that came from her mouth in a whisper. He turned to gaze at her through his mask. “And I go where I please.” He couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow. This one had a little sass to her. Huntress was right back where she started, in front of him with a smirk. “If it’s this you want-” she waved the jewel in front of his face tauntingly - “I’m afraid I’ve gotten it first. Better luck next time, I guess.”
Sportsmaster was out of patience. His large arm shot out to snag the coveted jewel, but Huntress seemed to predict his movement. She moved far more fluently than him; she was crouched down and her leg suddenly swiped at his, throwing off his balance and bringing him to the floor with a humiliating thud. Huntress stood, her free hand on her hip, smirking at her handiwork.
“Hit the showers, Sportsmaster; I’m a tight schedule,” She stepped over his body, making an effort to dig her sharp heel into his hand. He turned to glare at her as she slowly strutted off. He was down, but he wasn’t out. He pulled himself to his feet and collected his breath, before trying again.
“Who sent you little girl?” he called after her. She stopped after hearing him. “I don’t think my boss is going to be happy when he hears his prize was taken by some bimbo.” Huntress turned and smirked.
“The Shadows do a good job of protecting their agents,” she said. His eyes widened. She was from the Shadows? Then why…it suddenly clicked; this was one of those stupid bullshit tests Ra’s pulled on everyone. He should’ve known. It must’ve been clear on his face that he understood because Huntress’ smirk grew. “Never send a man to do a woman’s job.”
“Round Two won’t be so easy, little girl.” Sportsmaster had collected his confidence back. Whoever she was, she meant business, but there was no way he’d lose his business to her. She merely nodded.
“Then let the games begin.” And with that, Huntress was gone.