AN: Cracky little fusion one-shot

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"So I suppose the," he cleared his throat, "Kiss on the bus? It was for her benefit?"

I swallowed hard, in an effort to get my voice more normal. I probably wouldn't get another chance. "Some, yeah. Some was for mine."

Brian turned toward me, eyebrows raised a fraction.

I shrugged, doing everything I could to sound more casual than I felt. I wasn't sure how successful I was. "I, um, I like you. You don't need to make a bigger deal of it than it is, I just-" I floundered as I tried to find the words, already regretting opening my mouth.

He didn't speak, giving me a chance to continue, "I think you're good looking, I like you as a person. I respect you, more than any of the others, because you're smart about what you do, career-wise. You know. And because you're so comfortable in your own skin, so confident. I admire that."

"You sound so analytical," Brian offered me a slight smile, but he looked a little pained, "Going through the points, step by step, like you're checking things off a list."

"That's not- I'm not trying to."

"I'm not criticizing you. I'm saying it seems very you."

"No. I just thought, um, you've gone out of your way to spend time with me, you were meeting me on my runs, invited me to be at your place alone. I've noticed maybe there was more casual body contact, and thought it might be intentional, a signal, guy flirting, I dunno. The present, the amber…" I trailed off. It had sounded like a stronger argument in my head than it did out loud. Except… what was I trying to argue? Was I trying to convince him he liked me?

"Ah, geez. This is complicated."

My heart dropped.

"It's okay. If you- if you don't feel, you know-"

"No, it's not that. Well, maybe. I don't know, I hadn't thought about it," Brian said, scratching the back of his head nervously. "But it's not just that, there's kind of this thing..."

"Taylor Hebert!"

We both turned to see Miss Militia standing at the end of the street. She was one of the members of the Protectorate that I really looked up to. She didn't have the strongest power in the world, but she was known to keep a cool head in a crisis. The fact that I was on the other side of the law from her was one of my greatest regrets about my time with the Undersiders.

Miss Militia didn't look calm now. Every bit of her body anger radiated fury, to the point that the nearby civilians were edging away from her as quickly as they could. Her trademark weapon shifted forms from a rifle of some kind, to a staff, finally settling in as a katana that she leveled in my direction.

"Grue broke my heart when he refused to join the Wards," she said, her voice thick with emotion, "and now I'm going to break you. Prepare to defend yourself!"

I looked from her back to Brian. He seemed more resigned than surprised, which I found a little alarming.

"Before you date me," he said, sighing, "you have to defeat my exes."

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AN: Were this ever continued the lineup would look something like:

Shadow Stalker: "It was fun, but I learned an important lesson: never put your dick in crazy."

Gallant: "I was a little bi-curious. He had just broken up with his girlfriend."

Glory Girl: "I was over the bi-curious thing, and she had just broken up with her boyfriend."

Parian, as the change up comic relief character who's obviously only present because she's obligated to be, and throws her fight with Taylor.

Fenja and Menja: "I know they're Nazis, but... twins."

Contessa: Path to [censored].