Hearing that name rings all the bells in your head. You haven't heard that name in literal ages. But you say nothing.
Y/N: Who?
Blonde Blazer: Ah, just someone I work with. It's... yeah.
Blonde takes another swig of her drink. A rather long one.
Robert: That sounds like a challenge.
Blonde Blazer: (Puts her cup down) Oh. No. It's fine. Don't worry about keeping up. Something to do with the powers, it... it takes a lot for me to feeling anything.
Y/N: If you think that's bad, I got nanites in my body that are able to form machines that aren't especially super strong, and they can not only fight off every deadly illness or poison that could get in my body, but I also can't drunk. So I'm stuck being sober like everyone else.
Robert: What?
Y/N: You heard me right. my bones are hardened by the little bastards, but my skin sure isn't. Booze and hell, even edibles don't do a thing to me. I can get buzzed but not totally shit faced. Guess staying on the straight and narrow is a neat little plus to keep my head on straight and not... get hooked on any bullshit.
Robert: Huh. What a sad pair of sentences.
Y/N: Yep. Oh so sad words from another superpowered guy who's been around the block of this protector life many times before.
You take a swig from your drink, putting the cup down.
Blonde Blazer: Hey, you two should give yourselves more credit. To do what you did, for as long as you did, even with your weaknesses being apparent.
Y/N: Eh.
Robert: Then what do you call this?
Robert bends his double jointed thumb. It stands right back up.
Blonde Blazer: I can fix that for you too.
Robert: No thanks. I like this one.
The bartender places water and booze on the counter.
Robert: Thank you.
A silence grows before Blonde speaks.
Blonde Blazer: So how'd you afford all of that? You must have spent hundreds of thousands-
Robert: Millions. So you'll understand when the check comes.
You whistle.
Y/N: God damn.
Blonde Blazer: You're serious? Millions?
Robert: Yep. Burned though my entire inheritance to keep it going. Last couple years have just been duct tape and sheer determination.
Blonde Blazer: Why'd you do it?
Robert: Do what?
Blonde Blazer: Sacrifice everything to the point of financial-
Robert: Ruin?
Blonde Blazer: I was gonna say hardship but ruin was the first word that came to mind. You must be completely broke at this point.
Y/N: Hey. It happens to the best of us, Blondie.
Robert: Honestly it's the only thing I'm good at.
Robert continues to drink.
Blonde Blazer: Now that is a sad sentence. Come on, that can't be true. Or, I guess it could be true. So are you drunk yet or what?
Robert: Eh, yeah. I should swap to water.
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A Generator In Dispatch
Fanfiction[Male Reader x Invisigal x Malevola x Blonde Blazer.] Your life was supposed to be as normal as any other child's. That is, until you caught a sickness so fatal your world renowned scientist parents resorted to thinking The Nanite Program could help...
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