dark devil ; phan sequel

ii; rubber bullets

ii; rubber bullets

"I think that we all do heroic things, but hero is not a noun, it's a verb."

― Robert Downey, Jr.

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The rooftop was barren, and Phil flexed his fingers and then tightened his grip on the edge of it, looking around. "No people around," He said after tapping two fingers to his helmet turn the speaker on, an update Benji had added to it when Phil had announced he was going out again as The Devil. Then he asked, "What's he look like again?" His eyes scanned around the clearing, and when he heard the clear of a throat, he looked over his shoulder, surprised to see Hayley looking down at him. He tapped the helmet again to shut off communications. "Oh shit," He muttered, and then stood, turning to face her, "I'm trying to help!" He rushed out, and held his hands up, but she only scanned him from head to toe and tilted her head back. 

"Talking to base," She said aloud, and he was guessing she had some sort of device to connect her back to whoever, "Devil of London is out here, any advice?" There was a long pause, a hefty sigh and then the click of keyboards. In the back, she heard a yell of complaint, and a thump, but she ignored that for the sake that most of her team were idiots, even if she loved them.

"Shoot him?" Was Detective Dick Karter, leaning against the table that had their mainframe on it, and Lance agreed with a hum, nursing his broken arm. The brother she'd always had and the honorary one she'd never needed. But when Analise hit him, he proceeded to give an 'Ow!' and quiet down. Then he paused for a long moment, and shrugged, digging onto the rational, not so protective side of him. That side of him offered, "Listen to him if he's wanting to talk. If he wants to kill, shoot him."

"Good information!" Sitting next to him was Jimmy, who gave him a nudge, and then looked to Lance, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. "Right, Lance?" Lance hummed again, and looked to his husband, eyes sparkling. He always agreed with Jimmy though, no one expected any different.

Hayley said, "I'm listening." She took a seat on the ground, and gave him a polite smile, but it looked scary considering what she'd done to him last time. "So, speak." She put her hands on her knees, and she was the least innocent person he knew, so he felt a little odd looking to her in a position children sat in.

Phil paused, and he sat down too, finally, pulling his knees to his chest. "So..." He began, and then he set his head on his knees. "You know, I came back because I heard Dark Devil was ruining my name. I just wanna help take him down, which I assume is what you're doing." He saw something in her eyes flicker, and then she set her hands on the ground, leaning back. She didn't say anything for a moment before she lifted her head and met his eyes. 

"Yeah." She said firmly, "It's what I'm doing. You really want in?" 

He reached for his helmet and pulled it off, domino mask on under it, and he shook his hair out. "I really want in," He agreed, "Think you'd be okay? We can combine our teams, have more out in the field."

"You can't--" She winced when Marianas Trench music filled her ears, and raised her head, swallowing before she shut off her earpiece. "You can't kill anyone. Rubber bullets." She saw his jaw clench, and then he gave a sigh, rubbing the back of his neck. She was waiting for an answer, he realized, so he nodded.

"Rubber bullets, no dead people by us, got it." Phil agreed, and then he leaned forward, frowning. "You never stopped?" He asked, and she looked up, sat a little straighter, but she didn't reply as she turned and leaped off the roof. He tensed, but closed his eyes and knew she'd be okay, so he pulled his helmet back on and got off the roof, found his motorcycle stashed behind a building and drove it home. 

After he'd parked it in the driveway and gotten inside, Joey and Dan hugged him, and he ruffled Joey's hair, stepping away from them to take his helmet off and toss it to an awaiting Benji. "I'm putting it in the same place." Benji offered, and then he turned and disappeared to his workshop, where he built all his toys, as Phil would call them. Benji would have some snark reply about bombs being able to kill hundreds of people not being a toy, but Phil called them that anyways, because one was an flamethrower made for roasting marshmallows at home.

Phil blinked after him and pulled Dan close to give him a chaste kiss on his lips. When he pulled back, he leaned his forehead against the other man's and set his arms on his shoulders. "I love you." He whispered, and Dan shifted, pressed a kiss to Phil's cheek, loved that he could smell the city on him, buried with the cheap cologne and the food from dinner.

"I love you too." He said, and he reached for the domino mask, but Phil drew back and turned away. He pointed their room and sauntered in, before returning about five minutes later changed, mask removed. He reached and pulled Dan close to him when he got to the man, pressing a kiss to his head.

"Now," He said firmly, "You're on Nightkiller's team tomorrow, apparently the before meeting starts at six, we've gotta be there."

Dan pulled Phil into a kiss, because he'd originally wanted to go with him, but Phil and Benji had both decided it was better they stay at home the first night, for their safety. Mainly, Phil had asked Benji if he'd stay behind, and Benji had pretended not to be a stubborn ass and followed along. "Thank you," Dan whispered when he pulled back, and smiled fondly to his boyfriend, "Thank you, Phil." He pulled on his shirt collar, kissed his forehead. "You're the best, I'll be safe."

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