The Boy With The Broken Halo [Kenny McCormick x Seme Male Reader]

Part Three

It didn't take Black Noir long to get to The Freedom Pals headquarters, which was at Tupperware's house, well they used the basement but it was pretty roomy and had there own spaces to work with. Way better than the "Coon Lair". As Black Noir jumped over the side fence of the Black's residence, he noticed that there was already a figure walking up too the front door, a feminine one at that, clad in pink and purple with a multitude of phones strapped to her outfit; Call Girl. Black Noir started walking up to her, the grass muffling his already silenced footsteps, but decided to make his presence known to the other Vigilante by doing a quick and short whistle, his way of communicating on the field. Call Girl looked up from one of her phones, purple domino mask being lit up slightly more by the moonlight, to see that the tall but stealthy "Espionage Hero" walking her way. "Hey Noir, good to see you again, how are you holding up? ~" Call Girls greets, a smile on her face whilst putting the phone back into it's holster. Black Noir gives the Tech hero a small wave, but gives a thumbs up as an answer; lying of course but he never likes it when his friends worry. Call Girl's smile went slightly wider at the answer, liking the fact that she's making slow but stable progress of making The New Kid come out his shell more. "That's great! Hey, lets head inside, I'm starting to get cold waiting for the others. Besides, I think we're some of first here. ~" Both Black Noir and Call Girl walked up to the front door of the mansion, the latter giving the door bell a ring before placing a hand on her hip. It didn't take long for someone to come open the door, on the other side it revealed Tupperware, in his now upgraded armour that was also bullet proof. Most of The Freedom Pals upgraded there suits since they were kids, seeing that they wanted to make this a long term profession they had to keep themselves safe, too which Token generously funded money towards the new suits they got when they where all fifteen. "Oh, hey guys, how's it going? ~" Tupperware says, letting both of the Vigilante's indoors, being greeted with the large living room both had come accustomed with over the years. Token's place was always a good place too hang out. "Same old really, it's just become kind of boring around the streets, no real serious crime to deal with since Mitch Conner. ~" Call Girl says, noticing how Black Noir clenched his fist when she mentioned that bastard. Tupperware nodded in agreement, sighing as he pushed in the digits for the keypad into the basement. "Yeah, but in a way that's good, nothing serious has happened in South Park for a long time. Kind of ominous really. It seems the only adversary we have is the local police department, since Vigilantes have been outlawed here we cant directly intervene in events during the day. ~" Tupperware finishes as the three make it the bottom of the staircase, officially inside Freedom Pals HQ. The whole place seems like an actual superhero's base straight out of the comics. 

-Computers made out of the latest tech that are used to store data and intel

-A medical bay if a Hero is harmed during patrol which is accompanied with beds for resting

-A long table with designated chairs for each and individual hero during meetings 

-Filing cabinets for cases they've solved and to keep as a backup storage in case the storage on the computers fry.

-a training room for Hero's to hone their skills, can't afford to go rusty now, can we?

-A notice board, showing a range of wanted posters and missing people

"Ah, Black Noir, Call Girl, I'm glad your both here. I hope your travels was safe? ~" A telepathic voice called out to the three Vigilantes. Looking forward they see Doctor Timothy emerging out from his thinking chamber, a smile on his lips as he moved towards the trio. "My travels here were relatively safe, 'part from a few muggers who thought I was an easy target, but nothing I couldn't handle. ~" Call Girl responds, very proud of herself. "Very good, how about you Noir? ~" Timothy's question echoed in Black Noir's head. Black Noir also ran across some trouble while on the way here, just a small group of irate homeless who thought it was a good idea to take him on - They were dispatched rather quickly. Doctor Timothy looked inside Black Noir's head and saw your recent memories of the fight. "Deadly as always Black Noir. ~" The Professor complimented.  "Anyway, I'd love to chat more but I've got something I'm personally working on, so if you need me I'll be over by the computers. ~" Call Girl finishes as she waved the three off to go and work on her project. Tupperware and Doctor Timothy also went there separate ways and went back to there own things so Black Noir was left alone wandering what he would do while waiting for the others. It was only 6:13 so he had about twenty minutes or so to do what he wanted. Black Noir was about to head over to the training room until he saw a familiar  dark purple cloak figure, along with their toxic green question mark ornament on there cowl, hunched over a table, looking at a piece of paper. Mysterion. Black Noir approached the occupied Netherborn who was mummering something under his breath that Noir couldn't make out. Placing a hand on his shoulder, Mysterion flinched and almost reacted but when he saw the mask of the other Vigilante he stopped and turned to you with a lopsided smirk. "Shouldn't go sneaking up on people like that Noir, I thought you would know that out of all people. I would've of greeted you back there but I was just looking over something. ~" Mysterion says in his normal gruff voice as he pulls his cloak back over his arms, covering them. Black Noir went the other side of the small table and nodded at the piece of paper that the other was scrutinizing. "Oh this, its a bill of sale for a bunch of lock up's at U-Store-It, I found it while... snooping around while not in costume. Whoever bought these its costing them a fortune weekly for renting them out. I just don't know why someone would by that many, not for storing old crap obviously. But I'm going to check it out tonight after I run it past Doctor Timothy. ~" Mysterion says as he folds the piece of documentation in his pocket and walks to Doctor Timothy's thinking chamber, but before he got to far he spun around with a small smile and says "Anyway, I hear your teamed up with me tonight, so we'll be watching each others backs yeah? ~" Black Noir gives a thumbs up to the other Brutalist class Vigilante before heading into the training room, pushing past the red, velvety, curtains and entering the room filled with treadmills, weights, practicing dummies and other sport equipment to help improve yourself or pass the time. Sometimes Black Noir would show up quite early, just to get some training in. 

After a short session of beating the shit out of a dummy, Black Noir heard a some others come down to the Headquarters, listening to their idle chatter and mindless banter from each other, It was amusing being apart of this group most of the time. It was like they was one big dysfunctional family - with access to weaponry. Walking out of the training room, Black Noir was greeted with the entirety of Freedom Pals, all of them doing there own thing or in a group working on different cases. He did feel truly happy here when there wasn't any bullshit going on. breaking out of his trance, Black Noir felt a weight on his back, not a lot for him, but made him bend forwards slightly. "Hey buddy, how yah doin'? ~" He heard a light angelic voice say, followed by a pair of skinny tin-foil arms being wrapped around his neck, keeping the person on back stable. Butters AKA Professor Chaos; Once Villain now fellow Hero for Freedom Pals. Black Noir reached his arm back and ruffled the light blonde's hair, hearing him giggle gleefully. Professor Chaos jumped off Noir's back and stood in front of him, the small male having a huge closed eye smile on his face. But before he could say anything more Doctor Timothy announced the meeting would now be started.