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Out of the night that covers me...
Who: Character lowercase_el and everyone that wanted in on Kon's brainwashed meltdown
What: The Fixer's brainwashing goes awry
When: Vaguely after the Confluence, whenever Fantastic starts beating people up and letting them go
Where: Central City but the location of the fight may move.
Content Warnings: Mind control angst and talking about Fantastic's bullshit mistreatment
[All goes as planned in the beginning. A new villain shows up, he tries to rob banks, he steals from the R&D of tech company, he cackles and monologues and is soundly beaten every time. His only power seems to be very minor superstrength. So minor that Fantastic beats him soundly every time. Giving him a solid chance to get a good monologue in when the cameras are rolling.]
[And then...he's let go, instead of brought in. One might start to think that maybe it benefits Fantastic for him to go free each time.]
[At home, Kon hides the bruises and tries not to worry too much. Bart is going to talk to his friend and he'll talk to his friend and maybe it'll turn out to be something not serious. Maybe his invulnerability is just hella weaker, maybe his healing being slow is just really annoying. Maybe he's not sick.]
[He doesn't keep it from Tim for long. Shortly after he tells Bart, everything hits the fan with Fantastic, then Kon gets sidetracked by a certain confession of feelings and the resulting flurry of relationship stuff after. But he decides to finally tell Tim when he wakes up from a nap he doesn't remember going down for, after he looks in the mirror and sees...]
[He sees something he doesn't remember going to sleep with, something he's rarely ever gotten: a black eye.]
[This is wrong. Something's wrong. It feels like whatever it is is different from a health thing. It feels like something is clawing up the back of his skull like a terrified cat inexorably clawing its way up its owner's shoulder when spooked. There is no getting it down right away, there's only claws digging in before they can be unhooked.]
[He doesn't remember what he was doing before he fell asleep. But a black eye doesn't feel like something that'd happen spontaneously as a health thing. That feels like a "done to you" sort of thing.]
[And that's what makes Kon realize the truth. The strange, haunting feelings of something being off...it's not normal anxiety about his health. It's alarm bells. Not, not bells, an air raid siren. Whatever part of his mind that's on the alert for any manipulation has been blowing an air horn two inches from his metaphorical ear this entire time. He finally hears it.]
[He immediately turns to reach for his phone to call Tim and Bart and maybe the other Bats, to ask for help, to warn them, but he stumbles halfway there, falling to his knees as dizziness overtakes him. It feels like he's being dragged down a long tunnel, only distantly connected to his body. In fact, it feels like before, it feels like what Luthor did all over again. Inside himself, Kon screams in anguish and frustration. And then he is locked away and his villain self is here to stay - for good, if he can help it.]
[Outside where he's locked up in his own mind, Black Zero stands up. He superspeeds out the door so certain bugs planted by certain people who shall remain nameless don't easily catch sight of it. He hasn't been stupid enough to hide his villain costume at home, not with how nosy his roomie is. He's got it stuffed away in a random abandoned warehouse.]
[After changing, even though he's by himself, he pretends to punch a card into a little punchclock for his own amusement. Time to go to work! Within the half hour, bank alarms are going off and he's threading his way past hostages cowering on the floor.]
[His voice is tinny and extra deep from the voice distorter.]
Scuse me, scuse me, thank you, thank you, don't mind me, just on my way to steal for a living. If you all behave yourselves, I'll get everyone an ice cream. And, y'know, maybe I won't kill you.
[He tears through the vault like its tissue paper, stuffing money into the bags he brought. Then he flies outside, waiting, though for what, he's not entirely aware.]
[But this doesn't go the way anyone planned. Because the feeling of being subsumed by something intending to take his place does the opposite of making Kon give up or give into despair. It just makes him more aware of what's happening to him, that something foreign is there like a splinter in his soul, as he recognizes what he'd been taught to recognize by so many telepaths and mystics after he'd traveled the world training to throw off mind control.]
[It also just makes him mad. Outside the bank, both hands start shaking and Black Zero can't shake the feeling that someone else's hands are somehow wrenching his hands away, finger by finger. The bags of money drop.]
What the f - AAAUGH!
[He holds his hands to his head as he fights the feeling that something is punching it from the inside. That was one trick Kon'd learned, visualizing his mindscape as something tangible that he could manipulate. Loserboy Prime isn't the only one that can punch at the edges of his reality until they snap.]
[Black Zero briefly loses control of his own mouth and Kon manages to grit out some words.]
I'm not - a supervillain! I don't know what you are - or who put you in here - but get out!
[Black Zero temporarily reasserts control.]
Oh my god, would you just shut up and die? You lost, bro! Just give it up already!
[The words that follow aren't an argument, though. Black Zero loses control of Kon's mouth again nd this time struggles to get it back.]
My mind - can't be held - in a cage. It is - like air - it is like - nngh, like water. My mind can't be - can't be held in a cage. It is like air - it is like water.
[Multiple people had taught him how powerful different mantras could be for focus, for self control. They'd taught him quite a few, had him practice them, including during times some of them tried to force overbearing control of his mind. (With his permission of course)]
[The only problem with his little back and forth is he's deeply upset right now and his powers have always been influenced by emotion. Against his bidding, his heatvision arcs out through his mask, blowing out the lenses, which weren't reinforced for it. Possibly because heatvision would've been hard to counter by someone with aerokinesis. He tries to arc high, away from street level and lops off the top of a street lamp. A couple underneath narrowly dodges.]
[A blue glow spreads from his feet over the asphalt and starts ripping it up, making it float in the air in chunks. People on the street start running screaming. The hostages in the bank are frozen in fear, though. At risk. The glass on the bank's store front is starting to crack. This situation, though pretty standard for a supervillain to-do, is getting dangerous for bystanders.]
[The problem is he can't fight for control of his body with another whole personality and keep control of his powers at the same time. Not easily. And he has to fight or risk being locked away for good - and risk letting the villain personality puppet him to hurt people. He has no idea how far he'll go.]
[For someone approaching the situation, something is clearly wrong. Rather than trying to get away from the location of his crime, he's clutching at his head, face contorted into a grimace of mental torment. Tears are sizzling and evaporating in the glowing red eyes visible through the blown out lenses of his mask. He's crying because of what this reminds him off, because this happened before. It was one of the lowest points of his entire life.]
[But that's all the more reason to fight.]
Get! Out! Of! My! Head!
lowercase_el and everyone that wanted in on Kon's brainwashed meltdown What: The Fixer's brainwashing goes awry
When: Vaguely after the Confluence, whenever Fantastic starts beating people up and letting them go
Where: Central City but the location of the fight may move.
Content Warnings: Mind control angst and talking about Fantastic's bullshit mistreatment
[All goes as planned in the beginning. A new villain shows up, he tries to rob banks, he steals from the R&D of tech company, he cackles and monologues and is soundly beaten every time. His only power seems to be very minor superstrength. So minor that Fantastic beats him soundly every time. Giving him a solid chance to get a good monologue in when the cameras are rolling.]
[And then...he's let go, instead of brought in. One might start to think that maybe it benefits Fantastic for him to go free each time.]
[At home, Kon hides the bruises and tries not to worry too much. Bart is going to talk to his friend and he'll talk to his friend and maybe it'll turn out to be something not serious. Maybe his invulnerability is just hella weaker, maybe his healing being slow is just really annoying. Maybe he's not sick.]
[He doesn't keep it from Tim for long. Shortly after he tells Bart, everything hits the fan with Fantastic, then Kon gets sidetracked by a certain confession of feelings and the resulting flurry of relationship stuff after. But he decides to finally tell Tim when he wakes up from a nap he doesn't remember going down for, after he looks in the mirror and sees...]
[He sees something he doesn't remember going to sleep with, something he's rarely ever gotten: a black eye.]
[This is wrong. Something's wrong. It feels like whatever it is is different from a health thing. It feels like something is clawing up the back of his skull like a terrified cat inexorably clawing its way up its owner's shoulder when spooked. There is no getting it down right away, there's only claws digging in before they can be unhooked.]
[He doesn't remember what he was doing before he fell asleep. But a black eye doesn't feel like something that'd happen spontaneously as a health thing. That feels like a "done to you" sort of thing.]
[And that's what makes Kon realize the truth. The strange, haunting feelings of something being off...it's not normal anxiety about his health. It's alarm bells. Not, not bells, an air raid siren. Whatever part of his mind that's on the alert for any manipulation has been blowing an air horn two inches from his metaphorical ear this entire time. He finally hears it.]
[He immediately turns to reach for his phone to call Tim and Bart and maybe the other Bats, to ask for help, to warn them, but he stumbles halfway there, falling to his knees as dizziness overtakes him. It feels like he's being dragged down a long tunnel, only distantly connected to his body. In fact, it feels like before, it feels like what Luthor did all over again. Inside himself, Kon screams in anguish and frustration. And then he is locked away and his villain self is here to stay - for good, if he can help it.]
[Outside where he's locked up in his own mind, Black Zero stands up. He superspeeds out the door so certain bugs planted by certain people who shall remain nameless don't easily catch sight of it. He hasn't been stupid enough to hide his villain costume at home, not with how nosy his roomie is. He's got it stuffed away in a random abandoned warehouse.]
[After changing, even though he's by himself, he pretends to punch a card into a little punchclock for his own amusement. Time to go to work! Within the half hour, bank alarms are going off and he's threading his way past hostages cowering on the floor.]
[His voice is tinny and extra deep from the voice distorter.]
Scuse me, scuse me, thank you, thank you, don't mind me, just on my way to steal for a living. If you all behave yourselves, I'll get everyone an ice cream. And, y'know, maybe I won't kill you.
[He tears through the vault like its tissue paper, stuffing money into the bags he brought. Then he flies outside, waiting, though for what, he's not entirely aware.]
[But this doesn't go the way anyone planned. Because the feeling of being subsumed by something intending to take his place does the opposite of making Kon give up or give into despair. It just makes him more aware of what's happening to him, that something foreign is there like a splinter in his soul, as he recognizes what he'd been taught to recognize by so many telepaths and mystics after he'd traveled the world training to throw off mind control.]
[It also just makes him mad. Outside the bank, both hands start shaking and Black Zero can't shake the feeling that someone else's hands are somehow wrenching his hands away, finger by finger. The bags of money drop.]
What the f - AAAUGH!
[He holds his hands to his head as he fights the feeling that something is punching it from the inside. That was one trick Kon'd learned, visualizing his mindscape as something tangible that he could manipulate. Loserboy Prime isn't the only one that can punch at the edges of his reality until they snap.]
[Black Zero briefly loses control of his own mouth and Kon manages to grit out some words.]
I'm not - a supervillain! I don't know what you are - or who put you in here - but get out!
[Black Zero temporarily reasserts control.]
Oh my god, would you just shut up and die? You lost, bro! Just give it up already!
[The words that follow aren't an argument, though. Black Zero loses control of Kon's mouth again nd this time struggles to get it back.]
My mind - can't be held - in a cage. It is - like air - it is like - nngh, like water. My mind can't be - can't be held in a cage. It is like air - it is like water.
[Multiple people had taught him how powerful different mantras could be for focus, for self control. They'd taught him quite a few, had him practice them, including during times some of them tried to force overbearing control of his mind. (With his permission of course)]
[The only problem with his little back and forth is he's deeply upset right now and his powers have always been influenced by emotion. Against his bidding, his heatvision arcs out through his mask, blowing out the lenses, which weren't reinforced for it. Possibly because heatvision would've been hard to counter by someone with aerokinesis. He tries to arc high, away from street level and lops off the top of a street lamp. A couple underneath narrowly dodges.]
[A blue glow spreads from his feet over the asphalt and starts ripping it up, making it float in the air in chunks. People on the street start running screaming. The hostages in the bank are frozen in fear, though. At risk. The glass on the bank's store front is starting to crack. This situation, though pretty standard for a supervillain to-do, is getting dangerous for bystanders.]
[The problem is he can't fight for control of his body with another whole personality and keep control of his powers at the same time. Not easily. And he has to fight or risk being locked away for good - and risk letting the villain personality puppet him to hurt people. He has no idea how far he'll go.]
[For someone approaching the situation, something is clearly wrong. Rather than trying to get away from the location of his crime, he's clutching at his head, face contorted into a grimace of mental torment. Tears are sizzling and evaporating in the glowing red eyes visible through the blown out lenses of his mask. He's crying because of what this reminds him off, because this happened before. It was one of the lowest points of his entire life.]
[But that's all the more reason to fight.]
Get! Out! Of! My! Head!