“Hurry up, boy. We don't have all night."
Jason clutched the shovels to his chest and loped after his father. He wasn't afraid of the dark, he was a big boy – even if it was questionable at eight years old – but it was cold, he couldn't see an inch of his nose and only his old man had a flashlight to see where he was stepping.
Jason had to carry on and hope he didn't end up in some open grave.
"Dad, are we there yet?" he asked, hoping not to sound desperate. His hands ached, ungloved, and red from the cold. Holding the metal handles was making the pain worse.
"Not long now," spat his father, but Jason could hardly believe it. He bet that Willis too had no idea where to go.
The Wayne cemetery was huge. Some would say that was normal for Gotham's more ancient family. Jason thought it was creepy to build a house next to a cemetery, but everyone knew the Waynes weren't into it.
He tripped over something and landed on his face in the mud. Jason raised his head, spitting, as his father approached him, “Stupid! Do you want someone to find out?”
It was more likely that they would get caught because of Willis' screams than Jason's, but the boy had enough experience to know that he didn't have to talk back to his father or else it would be worst.
“If CPS wasn't after me, I would have left you at home, you little…oh. Look'."
The light now fell on the marble slab of the grave Jason had fallen next to.
It said BRUCE THOMAS WAYNE1677-1705.
"Shit."
“Come down!”
"Not even dead," the kid spat. He was poor, not stupid. Better to leave when he still had time.
But Willis wasn't a patient man. He stepped out of the pit with unexpected agility for someone his age, his expression leaving no doubt as to his intentions.
Jason tried to run away, but Willis was faster: he grabbed Jason's arm, squeezing until Jason heard the sound of breaking bone.
"Now you go down there and do your job."
"I don't want!" Jason screamed, trying to pull his arm away but failing. The man was much stronger than him.
"You've always been a waste of space. As soon as we get home…"
Jason didn't hear the end of the sentence. His attention was on the figure emerging from the pit.
Holy shit, Jason thought, as he recognized Bruce fucking Wayne's corpse.
Willis kept talking, unaware that a zombie was behind him.
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practice practice practice, im getting a little better, i think!
I really like these two au’s that keep popping up, especially the mob one! Very neat! Very cool! (please go check out @clownsuu when you have the chance! Very cool artist! they made the mob au!)
( also @nonomives made this vampire wally design! their art is delicious, 10/10! one of my favorites, actually! send much love to both!)
ooo, i also love that one grayscale au, very spooky! i might do that one next!
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Good Omens Vampire/Lycan AU for a happy Halloween!!! 🎃
Doctor Crowley was a vampire. And he always knew what to do. That was his job. He had to eliminate the lycan before its first transformation, when it was still a fragile and confused human, suffering from what they believe was an infection.
Then he met Mr Fell…
Crowley has been injecting silver in Fell’s bloodstream for a few days now and was surprised of how resilient the man was. Despite telling him it was to prevent further infection, Fell knew he was dying. And his last decision was to spend the last days he had left with Crowley.
It was the first time in the Doctor very long life that a total stranger wanted to spend their last moments with him. And suddenly he didn’t want Fell gone anymore. He could keep the secret. Save the lycan and control him so he can never be a danger for vampires…
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