Ordinary - (Dabi x OC)

Good Cop, Bad Cop

Top pic credit: Aejoo Art

Violet POV:

"Alright, so! What's the plan?" I chirped out happily, continuing to hold onto Ryo Harima's limp legs as Dabi and I carried his unconscious body into the abandoned warehouse as planned.

Dabi kept a rough hold underneath the man's torso as he walked backwards through the beaten up door of the empty place, raising his brows in slight annoyed question as he spoke.

"What are you on about now?" He asked distractedly, muttering a small 'disgusting fuck,' at Harima's unconscious frame as he unintentionally got a whiff of the gross man's body odor.

"Agh, you know-" I started off, struggling to keep the limp man's ankles afloat in my grip as I kicked the door to the warehouse closed with my foot.

"-how are we going to question him?-oh, I've got quite a few ideas if you're lacking any! Remember those two hours before we left to come here, when you took a nap? Well, while you were doing that, I was researching 'the best interrogation methods known to mankind.' Heh, yuppp! I found some pretty foolproof ideas. You know, I even made a list of them." I finished proudly, following Dabi's lead as we hobbled further into the warehouse with Harima's body in our hands.

The stitched man couldn't help but snort in amusement at my words, giving his head a small shake as he spoke.

"Ohhh, I'm sure you did." He chuckled unsurprisingly at my organized way of doing things, looking behind him while he walked to ensure he didn't trip.

I couldn't help but smile a bit at his words, finding it refreshing that he didn't immediately come back at me with some second grade insult that didn't make sense.

After a few more moments of lugging Harima, Dabi uttered a small "that's good enough," before both of us simultaneously dropped the man on the floor with a loud thud.

I cringed a bit at the painful sound of bones hitting the cement pavement, realizing that probably could have been handled a little better.

"Sorry." I uttered out to Harima's unconscious body involuntarily, catching Dabi's eye roll at me as he walked around the dark room to find the items the hero commission was supposed to have left for us.

"Yeah, well...if you wanna actually get any sort of information out of this shit bag, you'll shut up and let me handle all the talking, sunshine." Dabi called nonchalantly over his shoulder, grabbing a little wooden chair in the corner, and a pair of quirk restricting handcuffs.

I pursed my lips in dissatisfaction for his comment, bending down to grab Harima by his shoulders so I could lift his limp body up to sitting.

"What?! Oh, come on, Dabi! Look, I spent a lot of time researching ideas on this!-there was one method that stood out to me above the rest. It was called the 'good cop, bad cop' method. Yeah. It's where one person interrogates the suspect incredibly rude, while the other one is deemed the nice one, with patience. I think we should try it." I explained to him with legitimate interest, as he set the beat up wooden chair down in the middle of the room.

"Oh? Sounds fascinating. Tell me more." He requested with full sarcasm, bending down behind Harima to pick him back up again so we could set him in the chair.

I grabbed Harima's legs to help him, lifting the heavy man on the count of three before Dabi and I roughly slammed him down into the chair.

"Jeez. Sorry." I uttered to Harima again, before turning my attention back to Dabi-ignoring his sarcasm.

"Well, to start, which one would you like to be?" I asked him genuinely, barely catching the tying rope as he tossed it to me.

"What do you mean?" He uttered distractedly, having too much fun in his element of villainy and crime as he shackled Harima's feet to the floor.