Hello, all, and welcome to yet another multi-chaptered League fic brought to you by Distraction. This one's been done (in drabble form) at the request of the wonderful GrimGrave. Unbeta'd because he's my beta and I don't want to ruin the surprise xD

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Le'go.

-So it Begins?-

Piltover—the City of Progress—never slept. The neon lights never stopped flashing, streetlights illuminated the roadways, both on the ground and in the air, and floodlights stationed at various locations dispelled the shadows of the night.

In short, it was as technologically advanced as a city got… and a great place to live if you were afraid of the dark.

Enter the dynamic crime fighting duo: Caitlyn, the Sheriff of Piltover, and Vi, the Enforcer. The former was a no-nonsense brunette with a chip in her shoulder and a sharp mind behind that pretty face and the latter was a street-punk-turned-law-official with wild pink hair and a cocky, hardass air about her.

"C'mon, Cupcake, please?" Vi was saying, gesturing empathetically with huge hextech gauntlets—her weapon of choice.

"No."

"Geez, you didn't even pretend to think about it. Right in the feels, boss." No, really. It broke her heart that Caitlyn only had time for her career—a little factoid that she kept to herself. Flirting with the uptight brunette had become a bittersweet part of her daily routine.

"I wish you'd quit running your mouth and focus on the task at hand," was the sharp response. The sniper ran a hand through long brown hair, adjusting her purple top hat and hefting the weight of her trusty sniper rifle onto her shoulder. "If we don't stop this madwoman, Piltover will be in ruins by month's end."

The pinkette sighed dishearteningly, but she knew her superior was right. As usual.

"Lady Caitlyn, there is a disturbance in sector 48271," a monotone, feminine voice said suddenly.

The Sheriff pressed a hand to her stomach where a leather belt bearing the half-gear city crest was wound around her waist. Not only was it incredibly fashionable, but it served as a communicator as well. Vi had one in her high collar and every other Piltovian had one on their person at all times. How else would they stay in touch with the versatile, irreplaceably helpful electronic personality known as an A.I? "Can you detain the target?"

"At once."

When the brunette looked expectantly at her partner, Vi tilted her head to the right and said, "Em, bring the car around."

"Yes, madam." Emma's voice was less robotic, more throaty and accented. Kind of like—

Caitlyn's eyes—a liquid shade of amber that made the fighter feel weak-kneed—narrowed. "Do you hear that?"

She listened: sure enough, there was high-pitched laughter and the thunderous sound of multiple explosions.

Enter the main antagonist: Jinx, the Loose Cannon—a psychotic, havoc-wreaking blue-haired woman with a penchant for mayhem and a love of everything destructive.

In the next moment, there was the glorious purr of an engine and a single headlight lit up the dimness; a sleek motorcycle pulled up between the keepers of peace and the pinkette blinked.

That… Definitely wasn't the car.

Before she could voice that little tidbit, Emma explained, "The car is in the shop, madam. This was the best I could do on such short notice."

Okay, that was fine. But just one bike? She had to have a half a dozen of the damn things lying around the huge garage beneath her penthouse.

"We don't have time to waste," Caitlyn insisted, as business-oriented as ever. She gestured towards the bike. "You drive."

Driving around at high speed with the voluptuous brunette pressed up against her back?

Holy shit, it must have been her birthday.

Nothing made a lady-boner go away like seeing the smiling face of your worst nemesis and nearly getting blown to smithereens—Vi found that to be fact one blissfully cozy motorcycle ride across sectors later.

Fucking nothing.

The blue-haired sociopath was wielding that humongous shark-headed rocket launcher of hers, sending off dozens of rockets in a spectacular display of destruction.

If she wasn't so pissed, Vi might have been impressed.

"Cut that out, you little freak!" she snarled, lashing out with a gauntlet charged with Excessive Force and driving a particularly large projectile back towards the Loose Cannon, her Blast Shield flickering faintly as the recoil from the strike sent her sliding backward and creating a huge rut in the concrete.

Whoops. Caitlyn wasn't going to be happy about the (entirely unavoidable) collateral damage.

Jinx didn't bat an eyelash, flipping clear of the blast zone with all the grace of a gymnast and landing directly in front of Vi. Fishbones's (who the fuck named their weaponry, anyway?!) gaping mouth rounded on the crouching fighter, a fiery glow emanating between jagged teeth and—

"Hiya, Fathands!"

Fucking hell.

—the resulting explosion made the entire block tremble, throwing the bruiser backwards where she and Caitlyn ended up in a pile of limbs.

Accidental boobs to the face? 'Aw yeah.'

As the smoke cleared, the skinny little tyrant came to stand over them and scoffed, her expression becoming annoyed. "Oh. Hatlady's here too—of course."

"You know that that isn't my name."

"And I care?"

Piltover's finest had to scramble to avoid the sudden barrage of neon-coloured bullets from Pow-Pow, the minigun, both women shooting each other a look.

"We can't let her cause mayhem like this. She'll destroy Piltover."

"That's the plan!"

'Boom.'

"Ugh. No matter how many times I beat her down, she keeps coming back here."

"What can I say? I'm not a very quick learner." Vi flinched as the gunner cartwheeled past not even a foot in front of her, a shit-eating grin on her face. "How about you try that lesson again?"

"With pleasure."

The propulsion mechanisms in her hextech gauntlets charged up with a powerful sound, but before the Piltover Enforcer could launch herself forwards, the shark-shaped Flame Chomper that Jinx had planted at her feet without her noticing snapped shut, rooting her in place and allowing the next shockwave to knock her gracelessly onto her rear in the middle of the street.

Fucking Jinx…!

-End chapter-

This should be a… blast. Huehuehue.