My Hero Academia Symbol of Hope (DC x MHA)

Fugitives

The briefcase weighed heavily between them, more than just its physical bulk. It was a symbol of the chaos that had erupted around them—proof that the world now saw them as criminals. Rody flopped onto a nearby crate, running a hand through his messy hair.

"Look... we could just hand it over to the cops," he said, eyes narrowing. "Then everyone sees we didn't do anything wrong, and maybe they'd let us go."

Izuku shook his head firmly, a grim line on his face. "No. Those who want this briefcase... they wouldn't hesitate to kill us to get it back. Handing it over would just put us in more danger."

Rody frowned, frustration clear in his stance. "Okay... then what do we do? Burn it? Drop it in the river? Throw it into the city garbage disposal?"

Izuku's green eyes softened, though the tension didn't leave his posture. "None of that changes anything. As long as the authorities—and anyone else hunting this—think we're involved, we're still fugitives. The briefcase is just a symptom, not the cause."

The weight of inevitability pressed on them. Rody slumped against the wall, muttering under his breath, while Izuku considered their options carefully. "We need to move somewhere the Otheon police have no authority. Somewhere we can think, plan, and figure out what to do next."

Rody's ears perked up slightly. "Somewhere... safe?"

"Safe enough for now," Izuku said. He reached into his bag and pulled out a few plain sets of clothes. "We'll change, blend in... make ourselves look like tourists. No one will expect fugitives to be acting casual."

The two of them stripped down to the new outfits—t-shirts, jeans, and hats pulled low over their faces—and stuffed their hero gear into discreet bags. The transformation was simple but effective: Izuku's determined aura was hidden behind a mask of ordinary civility, and Rody's streetwise energy now seemed just like another traveler.

From the edge of the street, Izuku nodded toward the nearby bus, its roof glinting under the midday sun. "We start there. The roof gives us mobility and a vantage point. We can move faster, stay hidden, and avoid the crowded streets where police could spot us."

Rody grinned, the thrill of the plan bringing a spark of excitement back into his eyes. "Rooftop tourists... yeah, I can do that."

Together, they climbed, hands gripping the edges, muscles straining as they pulled themselves onto the roof. Once steady, Izuku glanced at Rody and offered a faint, reassuring smile. "We'll figure this out... step by step. Stay close, and don't let your guard down."

Rody nodded, his eyes scanning the streets below. "Got it. Let's move."

The bus creaked beneath them as they began their slow, careful traversal across the city, shadows and passersby unaware of the fugitives silently navigating the urban maze above.

The stark fluorescent lights of the Otheon Police HQ reflected coldly off the polished floors as Kai Yagi and Nightwing stormed into the chief's office. Papers were scattered on the desk, digital displays flickered with real-time crime feeds, and the air felt thick with bureaucratic indifference.

Kai's jaw tightened, the faintest crease appearing between his brows. "We're here to demand the charges against Izuku Midoriya be dropped immediately," he said, voice calm but edged with steel. "He is not guilty, and your evidence is clearly fabricated."

Nightwing's stance was rigid, arms crossed as his voice cut through the room with controlled intensity. "Every hour he remains a wanted criminal, more danger is posed to him and the city. You need to rectify this now."

The chief of police leaned back lazily in his chair, fingers steepled. A faint smirk tugged at his lips. "I'm sorry, gentlemen. The evidence has been filed under Otheon's jurisdiction. My hands are tied by procedure. You'll have to take this up through proper channels."