A Day In The Life Of Just Two Guys - Modern AU (Pt. 2)

The GrojGang vs The Councils

sorry

Henry and I are best friends

The Tragic Case of Dr. Jekyll - Part 3: A Lesson in Defense, An Explosion in the Society

(TW: Mild violence, vague mentions of assault, misgendering)

Henry struck the man across the face, jaw clenched and eyes firey with anger. There was a sharp 'crack!' of skin making contact with skin, and the taller gent stumbled back a bit from the force of the hit. He clutched his cheek, eyes wide. Henry glared him down, hand still lifted from slapping him.

"...oh god, are you okay!?" Henry rushed forward, red eyes filled with concern. The other beamed, laughing a bit as Lily fetched him some ice.

"Oh, I'm quite alright, Miss Scotch," He chirped, thanking the young lady as he wrapped the ice in a rag and held it to his reddened cheek. "I wouldn't have volunteered to help if I couldn't take it!" Miss Mary walked over with a smile, pinching the man's ear and tugging, earning a yelp and complaint of, "Mamá!!"

Mary said something in Spanish, and Henry wished he could've learnt the language because the other girls started laughing. Clearly, whatever the cook had said had been quite humorous. Her son pulled away, grinning, giving off the impression he earned a tug on the ear or pinch on the cheek quite often. Mary ruffled his hair with a, "Alright, alright, that's enough lessons for today. Matías, get back to work! Before Spider sees you." Matías nodded, giving her a tight hug, and Henry respectfully looked away as the coachdriver spoke softly to his mother, tears stinging his eyes. Spider shouted for one of the girls, and Matías hastily booked it to the backdoor, though not before snagging a kiss from Lily, who blushed hard and glared at the other workers when they teased her.

Henry rubbed his palm, not used to the sting of hitting someone, and Lucy chuckled.

"What? What's funny?" Henry asked, looking up. Lucy shook her head, walking over and leaning on him with her elbow on his shoulder (a comedic sight, considering she was nearly a foot shorter than him).

"Nothing, just can't believe you've never hit somebody before," She commented, brown eyes curious yet amused. "You must have gotten lucky, growing up somewhere with respectful gentlemen who didn't get in your personal space." Henry shrugged, looking away with a slight frown. He hadn't avoided that kind of behaviour, he just happened to figure himself out at an early age. He'd run away from home at sixteen, cut his hair, crammed textbooks, and, after working hard to earn enough money to afford it, had gone to college as Henry Jekyll. Not many people groped at a man on the streets, even if he did look feminine. "Hey, you alright? You drifted off for a second." Henry blinked, Lucy's voice pulling him back from his thoughts.

"Oh, no, just.. thinking about things," Henry reassured her. Lucy huffed, a smile tugging at her lips, and snarked back, "'Things', okay, missus cryptic." Henry laughed a little, ignoring the sting of the feminine title, and walked with Lucy back out into the main room, ready to repeat the same old sexual song and demeaning dance he'd been perfecting for two weeks now, The Gardens neatly furnished after so long of hiding from his 'dance partners'.

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One week later, the doctor was in his office with a slight smile on his face. Henry finished up some paperwork, glad he was finally making progress on all the bills and debts he needed to pay off. Sure, he may be sore and felt disgusting, and maybe flinched when other men got too close to him or moved too suddenly, but the Society was staying alive, even with the Lodgers still refusing to help. Not to mention his regained confidence after the brothel's little self defense lessons, which he'd started putting to good use whenever a customer's mouth got a little too confident towards him, or hands hadn't learnt the meaning of 'too rough'.

"Speaking of help," Edward piped up, green wisps drifting around Henry as the spectre leant against him. "Isn't it about time to go visit the old hag upstairs?"

"Ah, shit!" Henry grumbled as he noticed the time. His tongue had become a tad harsher since he'd first forced it to spew filth just to earn a paycheck, something Edward still wasn't quite used to hearing. "Thanks, Ed, I completely forget." Henry rushed to collect his medical supplies and chemistry kit, snatching his cane from its stand by the door. If the Lodgers saw him limp he'd die of embarrassment, so it was safer just to carry it. Besides, it fit their warped vision of him as some snooty aristocrat, so they wouldn't question it.

"I see it's storytime once again," Henry commented as he stepped into the attic. The Lodgers glared daggers at him, something that had once bothered him but now provoked no reaction. Their glares were nothing compared to the way he was treated at the Red Rat. "Now, I hate to cut things short, but it's time for granny's medication-"

"Oh, be quite, you idiot!" Henry felt his eye twitch, looking at Frankenstein with a strained smile. "I can take my medicine perfectly fine and continue curing these poor scientists of your corruption at the same time!" Henry fought back the urge to roll his eyes at the old woman's dramatics, though he felt irritation spike in his chest as the Lodgers agreed.

"Alright, I guess we're having an audience," He sighed, setting up his equipment. He tuned out the mad scientist's ramblings and 'speach', focusing on getting his materials ready. He went about putting the medicine together, skilled enough to do it quickly, and relaxed as he poured the formula into the vial. There, now all he had to do was give it to Frankenstein, make sure she drank it, and then leave without anything happening–

"-not like what that industrialist slut has been teaching you."

Henry whipped around, face dark with rage. The Lodgers fell quiet upon noticing, beginning to fidget nervously. Frankenstein paused, then turned to look at Henry. She scoffed, unaware that the Lodgers had never seen the good doctor so much as drop his smile, let alone look that angry. Henry stalked towards it, shoving the vial into her hand with a glare and a harsh, "Shut. Up. Do not. Call me. A slut." Frankenstein looked at him, a smirk creeping across her face.

"Of course, Mr. Jekyll, of course," She crowed sarcastically. "I wouldn't want to use the wrong terminology, that would be unscientific of me. No, sluts do all that for free. You're dressed too nicely for that, which means you must be a whore—" The Lodgers gasped, and Ms. Lavender actually let out a brief scream of fright, when Frankenstein's head jerked sharply to the left, her glasses knocked off her face from the force of the slap. Henry was shaking, teeth bared, and as soon as she started to turn her head, his thin arm snapped sharply back to his side, reddening her other cheek with the back of his hand.

"Speak to me in such a manner again and you'll be spitting teeth," He growled, heart hammering in his chest. Part of him knew that was an overreaction, and was currently screaming at him to stop, to apologize, to beg for forgiveness. But that part of him was drowned out by Atticus Scotch, who was too used to language like that leading to an unpleasant encounter, and who pushed him to display his claws and swing.

The same Atticus Scotch who was now forcing his tongue into venomous motion, red eyes blazing.

"I'm sick and fucking tired of the way you treat me," He spat, and that only frightened the Lodgers more, because Dr. Jekyll never cussed. "You come into my building and immediately start tearing down everything I worked so hard to build. Do you have any fucking idea how much time went into this project!? How much effort!? Do you know how many times I've nearly gone to court just to keep the people in this building safe!? Because I want them to have somewhere they can be themselves!? So they don't have to hide, like I do!?" He whipped around to glare at the Lodgers, tears bubbling in his eyes. "Do you have any idea how much it hurt to be cast aside!? To be abandoned, to have to face a crowd of angry aristocrats alone and watch any hope of funding walk away!? Do you know how much it hurt, trying to help one fucking person carry the whole thing!? Jasper just got here and he's already more invested in keeping this place alive than the rest of you bastards!!"

Jasper was huddled in on himself, glancing between his personal idol and his peers, and Flowers had hidden herself behind Doddle, who was trying not to cry. Ms. Lavender had latched onto Ito, who looked pale, jaw and fists clenched. When Henry suddenly pointed at him, Jasper squeaked.

"You see him!? He's the only one of you who actually cares!! He's the only one who used more than two of his braincells to consider the consequences of this establishment losing sponsors!! You didn't just fuck over me and the Society, you fucked over Dr. Kaylock!! He didn't have to stay and endure being insulted, but he did!! Where were any of you when he was being mocked!? Where were any of you when they realized he's a werewolf, and started treating him like shit!?" Henry was breathing hard, angry, frustrated tears dripping down his face. He turned back to Frankenstein, snarling, and spat, "I may be a fucking whore, but at least I'm keeping everyone fed, clothed, and housed. Which is more than you and your rich family's money can say about all the people you trampled into the dust, running from your own mistakes." And with that, he spun on his heel and stormed off, wiping his face and trying to stop the flow of overwhelmed tears as he went down the steps leading into the attic.

Jasper was wide-eyed, jaw dropped in shock, before he spun around to face the crowd of shaken Lodgers. He gaped like a fish for a few secondw, before squeaking out in a strained voice, "Did.. d-did he just admit to being a prostitute? Is that where all the funding's come from? Dr. Jekyll selling himself!?" Gradually, horror spread across the Lodgers faces as they recalled brief glimpses of bruises, the doctor leaning on his cane for support, and how he flinched or drew back when they got too close. It was Griffin who finally broke the silence.

"Oh my god.. he's been whoring himself out every night just to keep our home.."

Sherlock, Rachel and Others

Wordgirl au fan fiction, chapter 1.

Mousey at best-Hero at worse.

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-Watch for the words ‘Dastardly and Plot-

“Daaaad” Becky whined as she watched her father, the once brilliant scientist, now turned mad scientist. As he was getting ready to leave “dad promise me you won't commit any crimes this morning?” She said, crossing her arms. Two-brains stopped in his tracks and turned to face his daughter he had been plotting a particularly dastardly plan but at his daughter's behest he reconsidered. He slowly turned his head to Becky. “Uhm-” he started. Becky pinched her nose “Dad! You promised, I have my award ceremony at school and you promised to show up. You can't do that if you're in jail” she said clearly agitated.

Two-brains sighed “Oh darling I completely forgot I'm sorry” he looked down trying to think if he could get away with both. “Uhm what time was it?” He asked. While he could remember the conversation he had with her about it… . Vaguely, he couldn't remember any of the details. That was of course squeakies fault the mouse brain he had permanently fused to his body, its constant squeaking often led to migraines that caused him to block out some memories.

Becky sighed “The award ceremony starts at 9:30 but my class doesn't go until 10:00 so you have some time, just please don't be late like last time” she said as she walked towards the cost rack. She grabbed her backpack from the hook, ignoring her coat despite the wind chill outside. “Ok bye dad I'm going to school now” Becky said as she skipped to the door. Her father quickly grabbed her by the bag, his other hand grabbing her coat. He held it out silently and she took it with a groan.

-Later that same day across town at Fairview elementary school, Becky Boxtleiner was getting ready for her class's award ceremony-.

Becky paced back and further backstage as she listened to the other grades getting through their ceremony. She rang her hands together as she peaked out the curtain into the audience. Her eyes darted around. She pulled back and sighed as she looked around at her classmates. Most of them turned their heads as soon as she looked at them. She sighed and sulked over to the corner that had the so-called ‘Villainous kids’. Although to be fair they were actually villains. Becky, eh, not so much. She approached the group consisting of Veronica, Tobey and Eileen.

Tobey watched her approach and noting her dejected expression, the others seemed to have noticed it too. “Why awe you sad?!, you can't be sad on my birthday!” Eileen the perpetual birthday girl said, crossing her arms. Becky chuckled and reached out to Pat Eileen's head, whom she had actually found herself growing close to; due to the nature of her fathers work. “Oh I'm not sad Eileen I'm apprehensive that my dad's not going to show up! I mean he didn't even remember what today was!” She said, crossing her arms. “Appe-what now?” Eileen asked, her head tilted. “App-re-hen-sive” she said slowly “It means worried or fearful about something, for example I'm apprehensive or worried that my dad won't show up because he's out stealing cheese” she said crossing her arms.

Tobey looked up from his phone “Oh don't worry Becky, I've just texted the association and I can assure you that-'' he was cut off by their teacher looming over them. “Come on children, our class is up next” she said, ushering them to the curtain.

Becky dropped her voice to a whisper. “You can assure me what?” She asked, walking next to Toby. Only Toby didn't respond instead he ssshed her and made his way out to the stage.

Becky's concerns were only amplified by his lack of an answer. “I hope he's here” she mumbled, chewing on her bottom lip. She knew that she was at least up for the best reader award and the award for the most books read in the 5th grade. This was something she was proud of, an accomplishment she was proud of, something she wanted to share with her father. She was so caught up in her thoughts that she didn't realize that she had been pushed on the stage until she was stumbling forward. The bright lights blinded her. Becky brought her hands up to her eyes to block most of the light. She stumbled forward and then up onto the risers her class was meant to stand on. Her eyes went out to the crowd scanning around. She started to feel dejected, until she felt a nudge on her side. She looked over to the hand that nudged her. It was Eileen's hand and she had a big smile on her face. “Don't wowwy Becky- wecky look!” She said as she pointed to the back of the auditorium. Becky let her eyes follow into the direction that she was pointing. Becky's entire mood shifted and her face lit up. Excitedly she started to wave to the people in the back. Only to be nudged by the opposite hand it was Veronica with a sour expression on her face. “Becky stop it's about to start” she hissed as the announcer started to give out the awards. Becky chuckled awkwardly and put her hand down but her gaze never wavered from the group in the back, for not only had her father come he had brought other members of the association!

-later, after the ceremony-

Becky skipped down the stage stairs clutching her awards, she had in all won 4 awards all literacy based then she won an award for winning the most literacy related awards. So all and all, Becky Boxtleiner was clutching 5 awards as she made her way to the back corner of the auditorium. She greeted her dad with a hug “Dad you came! Look, I got 5!” She said holding up the awards.

Dr. Two-brains smiled and picked his daughter up laughing. “I know hun I saw I was here the whole time, we all were!” He said as he pointed to his ‘colleagues’ Becky turned her head to look; Chuck, the butcher, granny may, Leslie and Beatrice were all there. Becky gasped and wiggled down from her fathers arms. She ran up to Beatrice, her favorite aunt. “Bee!” She exclaimed as she hugged her

Beatrice hugged back and bent down to be eye level with her. “Hey Becky! I saw all the awards you won, all the prizes, certificates, 5 perfect copies of literacy based awards! Want me to copy them for you?” She asked. Becky nodded “Always! Gotta have some to put up to show future colleges! Then I gotta hang em on the wall!” Becky said as she held them out to her. Beatrice shrugged and used her abilities, so Becky was now holding 10 instead of 5. “Thank you so much!” She said happy as she put the awards in a folder in her backpack.

Becky was about to speak when Leslie spoke up. “This is a big celebration, I think we should go out to celebrate” she said in her usual nasally tone that made it hard to tell if she was being sarcastic. Beatrice looked up “How are we going to do that baby? We're villains, criminals, lawbreakers! We're banned, barred, forbidden” from all of the restaurants in town. Besides, it's only 10am doesn't Becky have more classes?” She asked and Becky held up a finger to answer but didn't get the chance to. “No, I'm getting her out early because I'm so proud of her! Besides, Leslie is right! This does deserve a celebration.” he turned to his daughter.

“So Becky, where do you wanna go? I hope it's somewhere cheese related!” He tacked on in a squeaker voice. Becky tilted her head considering her options. “Uhm-” she looked around some more. “Can we go over to Mr.Bigs!? He's got like everything and that massive trampoline!” She asked excitedly. Becky actually spent a lot of time at his house between the association meetings held there and the countless times he had babysat her.

Becky and the villains around her turned to Leslie who was already pulling out the keys. “Mr.bigg is out of the state but we can go over” she said. Becky punched the air. “Heck yes! Big trampoline here I come!” She said excitedly punching the air in front of her. The adults around her gave a chuckle. Becky gasped as she felt someone pick her up “Someone's exzited” the butcher said mispronouncing the word excited. Becky grimaced at the mispronunciation but looked at him who had picked her up. The butcher was strong and so unlike her father, who had to use both arms he only needed one to support her weight. That of course left his other hand free to do this; he summoned a Slim Jim and handed it to Becky, it was his way of saying “Job well done!” “Mmm, my favorite!” Becky said as she took a bite. “Well she should probably get going.” She jumped down from his arms and walked back to her father. “Ok can you sign me out now so we can go?” she asked excitedly.

Dr. Two brains nodded and grabbed her hand. “Of course Becky!” he said as they started walking towards the doors of the auditorium to head to the office and sign her out. As Becky was holding her dads hand she thought of something. “Hey dad? What exactly were you gonna do this morning? What was the dastardly plot you had?” she asked not sure what he had planned. “Uhm Becky I'd love to answer you but I'm afraid I don't know what plot or Dastardly means.” Becky stared at him, her father was a genius so she found that hard to believe, but she was never one to pass up on the opportunity to give the definition. Becky nodded “well dad, to plot means to plan something illegal in secret and Dastardly means wicked or cruel” she said with a smile. “Oh! Well this morning I was going to-” he looked around and bent down. “Turn the city water supply Into cheese, cheese!” He stood up as squeakie let out an evil high pitched cackle at the word cheese. It caused those who were left in the auditorium to turn to them, “dad! Don't let squeakie evil cackle while I'm at school!” She whined her face red. Dr.Two-brains immediately stopped “Right, sorry darling” she said as he grabbed her hand again continuing his way to the doors.

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I hope you guys enjoyed this! I plan on writing more if this went well, let me know if there's anything specific y'all wanna see more of (in relation to this au!) I'll see what I can do.

So let me get this straight, You love Henry, don't you, Robert? But, I thought you have a wife.

My heart belongs to my dear Henry . He is so awesome and I wish I could be brave enough to tell him that I love him.