[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...
Courtney: And don't think I'll forget about further reuniting with you. Once our shift is done we have to shoot the shit.
Before you could reply she goes invisible to walk out. Having nothing to say you just sigh and walk out.
Minutes later.
You, Robert and Blonde are walking throughout the offices which are filled with both ex supers dressed down like Robert, or full fledged supers at their dispatcher desks. All of their computers are showing live maps of Torrance.
Blonder Blazer: We're not the highest profile branch in the network, but what we've got makes the real difference. Great people. Some of them aren't even people. And they're still great.
You look over to a literal dog guy.
Y/N: This place sure has character.
Blonde Blazer: We hear that a lot.
You set your eyes on a high tech printer.
Blonde Blazer: That is one of the copies on this floor. Fax. Scan. Does everything. Documentation. One of three 'D's' at SDN. There tends to be a healthy amount of paperwork. I used to call in triple D's until I was informed that had a different connotation.
Y/N: I can imagine it wasn't very... safe for the workplace.
Robert: 3 d's?
Blonde Blazer: Dispatching, documentation, diversity is the 3rd. Not in terms of priority of course.
A green skinned alien hero walks by.
Blonde Blazer: Yup. We're all about diversity. Lana works in the mailroom. From a different galaxy altogether. And then there's Galen. All the way back there.
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Blonde Blazer: Born with super hearing. He's from... I wanna say...
Y/N: Oregon?
Galen: Florida.
Blonde Blazer: Of course. Florida Man over there. Hey, easy on the bath salts.
Galen: That's just one guy.
Robert: Speaking of bath, where is the-
Blonde Blazer: Either of you need a bio break?
Y/N: A what? Is that a codename or-
Blonde Blazer: Restroom. It's right over there.
She points.
Y/N: I'll keep that in mind. Thanks.
Blonde Blazer: Alrighty. Meet me in the records room when you're done. (Turns around and walks off) If you get lost look for the door that says Records Room.
