[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: Small note that I left myself because I forgot to add Ray into the last chapter. I then forgot that I wrote it, read it, and made myself chuckle.)
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[Perth]
Ray stood at the base of Perth's defensive wall, an impregnable barrier that protected it from incursions. Yet, in the last few months since their arrival, for the most part it had lost its purpose. Junkers became a rare sight around the city. No longer did they threaten or cajole the city's inhabitants into serving under them, and attempts at a routine tribute had vanished. And the reason for this was obvious. Ever since the Outsider's arrival earlier in the year, all their problems seemed to have been solved. No longer did they fear an attack from the Wasteland. And even if one were to take place, they knew their new defenders would protect them, as they had already. A small garage had been set up against the battlement, old and broken cars, but also the SUVs used by the small military presence lined up the yard. If one didn't know Ray's previous entanglements in the US Airforce and in Overwatch then a veteran mechanic would probably be their first guess. It wasn't wrong per se, he was a man of many talents.
And yet, as his head was buried under the hood of an old pickup truck, for a moment, the sunlight above him went dark, and the roar of an engine flew by. It wasn't just any engine however, Ray would know better than anyone. Specifically it was an Orca, and Orcas were the primary transport vessel used by Overwatch. Besides his own ship, Perth had no other ships like it. At first, the discrepancy didn't register, but after a few moments he realised the error. In a sudden jolt he pulled himself from the truck's corpse, staring up at the sky. Clear as day, atop the very tower that had once been the official Overwatch facility in the city, a new Orca quickly made its landing.
"The hell?" Ray said aloud, wiping his hands with a used towel, stained and greasy. What would Overwatch be doing here? Had they finally taken the initiative, hunting them now for real? It was a bit late for that, having been on the run for over half a year by this point. They would find no salvation up there either. Having to fight through Lobo, Rose and Brainiac would be a challenge for even the strongest of warriors. His thoughts suddenly drifted back to a startling thought. [Y/N] was supposed to be back any second now. If he were to return to Overwatch agents skulking about the place, the pilot wouldn't know what he would do.
"This isn't good..." He groaned, and it had been such a nice, relaxing day. No, it couldn't stay nice for a week, always something else had to crop up. Well, the least he could do was calm [Y/N] when he returned. Perhaps with his old man wisdom he could prevent a brawl from taking place, but that was very wishful thinking considering the circumstance. "Give me strength..." Ray said towards the sky dryly, unfortunately, he would be given no more help today.
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[A Few Miles Away From Perth]
The reinforced truck tore its way across the sand, sending up large volumes as sand, creating a thick cloud in its wake. Through canyons and arid deserts, thinly populated forests and unnatural mesas. Traversing the inhospitable landscape had almost become a second nature for the Yowie and his companions. Driving from Perth to Junkertown, or to New Junk City, or any of the countless other smaller settlements scattered around the Wasteland. Natural landmarks were his guiding star, strangely deformed cacti and protruding rock features from the side of mountains. Under the night's sky, stars would lead them home, like the explorers of old.
